Broke
I edge closer and closer to a life of crime. I am tired of having no money. And by "no money" I do not mean I can't buy a car at this time, or can't invest in the stock market, or no vacation this year-type "no money."
Now, I do get paid on Friday, which means I'm better off than many Americans, but in the meanwhile I have $2.76 to my name. Or, rather, I had $2.76. Margaret Dodge lent me ten bucks at Rev. Jen's AntiSlam earlier (unbidden, mind you, simply as a result of listening to my constant broke-ass bitching. Unpleasant as it is to bitch, it must be more painful to listen to).**
Anyhow so Margaret raised my total net worth to $12.76. This was pretty neat. I have a Metrocard, plus some saltines at home, so really, $12.76 was gravy.
Then, as it happens, the L train was out. Train trouble is rough on us poor people, y'all. I'd taken the C train from Tribeca to the L at 8th Avenue, and found there that the L was just cancelled for the rest of the evening. (Editorial note: MTA employees really don't wanna hear people whine. Or talk.)
So I walk over to the JMZ atation down at Delancey, blocks and blocks further than if I'd walked there from the Antislam itself, and wait a half-hour. Then some drunk thug teen gang starts hassling so I have to murder them and flee the scene***, and then had to take a cab home, which, because of the fucking traffic on the Williamsburg Bridge (traffic consisting mainly of cabs, seeing as how there was no L train) cost $7.50. And I didn't even take the cab all the way home! I had them drop me on the corner after my exit off the bridge and walked from there!
So, I have been on my way home, from two miles away, for two and a half hours. Had I just gotten a cab home from the open mic, it'd've taken fourteen minutes. But it woulda cost like three more dollars too.
But I guess this story is pretty uplifting, in that after all these transportational shenanigans, my current net worth is $5.26, which is still $2.50 more than I had before I was lent ten bucks. Plus, actually, come to think of it, Tom Nevin gave me a DVD of the first episode of Deadwood tonight also.
I'M LIVIN' THE DREAM, Y'ALL!
**Margaret: thanks, dude. Had you not insisted I maybe wouldn't'a gotten home at all.
***Okay, um, the teen harassers are true, and I did flee. But no, I didn't really kill anybody. I just wanted to sound like a badass for a second, because the rest of this post made me sound so so so so so so so so so so so so sad.
Now, I do get paid on Friday, which means I'm better off than many Americans, but in the meanwhile I have $2.76 to my name. Or, rather, I had $2.76. Margaret Dodge lent me ten bucks at Rev. Jen's AntiSlam earlier (unbidden, mind you, simply as a result of listening to my constant broke-ass bitching. Unpleasant as it is to bitch, it must be more painful to listen to).**
Anyhow so Margaret raised my total net worth to $12.76. This was pretty neat. I have a Metrocard, plus some saltines at home, so really, $12.76 was gravy.
Then, as it happens, the L train was out. Train trouble is rough on us poor people, y'all. I'd taken the C train from Tribeca to the L at 8th Avenue, and found there that the L was just cancelled for the rest of the evening. (Editorial note: MTA employees really don't wanna hear people whine. Or talk.)
So I walk over to the JMZ atation down at Delancey, blocks and blocks further than if I'd walked there from the Antislam itself, and wait a half-hour. Then some drunk thug teen gang starts hassling so I have to murder them and flee the scene***, and then had to take a cab home, which, because of the fucking traffic on the Williamsburg Bridge (traffic consisting mainly of cabs, seeing as how there was no L train) cost $7.50. And I didn't even take the cab all the way home! I had them drop me on the corner after my exit off the bridge and walked from there!
So, I have been on my way home, from two miles away, for two and a half hours. Had I just gotten a cab home from the open mic, it'd've taken fourteen minutes. But it woulda cost like three more dollars too.
But I guess this story is pretty uplifting, in that after all these transportational shenanigans, my current net worth is $5.26, which is still $2.50 more than I had before I was lent ten bucks. Plus, actually, come to think of it, Tom Nevin gave me a DVD of the first episode of Deadwood tonight also.
I'M LIVIN' THE DREAM, Y'ALL!
**Margaret: thanks, dude. Had you not insisted I maybe wouldn't'a gotten home at all.
***Okay, um, the teen harassers are true, and I did flee. But no, I didn't really kill anybody. I just wanted to sound like a badass for a second, because the rest of this post made me sound so so so so so so so so so so so so sad.
posted by sarahfisch at
3:02 AM
6 Comments:
Yo -- I owe you money for keeping the furry ladies alive.
Oh, stop it. Y'all are nice. But I'll be ok tomorrow. What I need is a well-paying job. I'm working on it.
Christ, Sarah. I know this ain't a cry for help, but, really, I can lend you money if'n it'll save your life. Then, of course, you'll have to be my slave.
Seriously, y'all, I'm ok. Got paid today. Then again, Anne, how much would I get for being your slave? And does it involve watching a lot of TV?
I don't owe you any money but I certainly owe you! Cheering me up requires constant effort and I appreciate the great job you do!!!
I did get a job, themoney&thefame but I'm still broker than hell. Once you're really fucking broke, it takes a long time to climb out of that shit. Oh man, your rent situation gives me the heebie jeebies. While I haven't been EXACTLY there, I can totally see it from where I am. That is fucking nuts.
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