Hoarding and Spending

Total Black: $1,160.18
Total Red: $229,702.52

Another night with bubbles and boys.  I worked two shifts at the theatre tonight.  And between shifts, while I ate, I relaxed a bit and read more of Mind Over Money by Brad and Ted Klontz.  In Chapter 7 they discuss what they refer to as money-worshiping disorders, “disorders that place  disproportionate amount of importance on money: earning it, saving it, spending it.”  They go to note that all three disorders  “share a common thread in that they all arise from scripts that equate money with safety, self-worth, and/or happiness.”  The section on hoarding really struck a cord.

Should I Stay or Should I Go

Total Black: $1,112.96
Total Red: $230,119.21

Total black today includes my earnings from the Recession Art Sale.  I am now an accomplished, and paid, art seller!  I had hoped that my gig money, like donation money received, could go straight towards my debts, but with the Rent Demand from the landlord, I might have to use that money to get current.  I get paid on Friday, so I might be able to “rescue” those funds from the landlord, but only if I net enough to cover September’s rent.  October’s might have to wait a week and November’s is just nine days away.  On second thought, maybe I need to dump all of my available income on rent.

Mothers

Total Black: $38.60
Total Red: $227,972.40

Not much to write today.  I’m furiously typing to get in under the radar.  It’s nearly Monday as I write, which would mean a day without a post, if time did run out.  That can’t happen–not this early in the game.

So, before I even started my day, my mother called to tell me about an ad for temporary attorney work that a friend of hers spotted in the classified section of the Scranton newspaper.  I made some excuse to end the call.  Yes, it’s sweet and thoughtful and all that other fluff that we feed each other because we don’t want to offend the karma spirits or come across as ungrateful or disrespectful.  But my mother’s friends should not be looking through classified ads for jobs for me.  Has it gotten that bad?  Probably not.  I’d swear that my mother rents those flying banner ads that trail behind airplanes: “MY SON GOT LAID-OFF”  I don’t understand why everyone knows this.  Yes, I see the irony in that I’m pretty much putting up my own electronic flying banner through this blog.  But I’ve not shared my identity.  At least not yet anyway.