Fiscal musings, for the most part
Mar. 22nd, 2004 12:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
flexagonMwa ha ha. I came in to work for just 2-3 hours last night... something I was actually glad to do, since I owe DSB some hours and this makes me look good... and it was just GUI twidding anyway, pretty fun... and who's here but the CEO. He stopped by and talked to me on his way out, and obviously I got some "CEO caught me here on the weekend" points. Ah.... score.
Not that much went on this weekend--nothing social at all. I did sit down on Sat morning and plow my way though the rest of The Two-Income Trap... it really reminded me how much I care about financial security. Most people do okay budgeting month-to-month, but so few are set up for disaster--and I really want to be set up for disaster. Which settles one thing: no significant pay cuts for me if I switch jobs soon, and I'm not going back to school either. Better to keep building up a good financial cushion now, while I'm young, even if I do keep having cool ideas for things I don't have time for. There are very few career switches I might make that would involve no immediate pay cut, and the ones that are like that, I'd have to go back to school for. Software it shall remain, then. I pretty much knew that anyway. It was good to be slapped in the face though, with "get some perspective, you little yuppie" stories like the divorced mother who thought she'd be in fine shape because she'd gotten a great raise and had a schmancy title and was making $46K... to be reminded how well I have been doing in the greater scale of things. Hmmmm.
All I did on the condo is sort a bunch of papers and throw out all my old/mismatched socks, the results of which are not very visible. I did do some interesting cooking though, and dutifully kept the flex in flexagon by putting in my gymtime. (I have to say--with the exception of pushups, everything seems heavier when what I'm lifting is me. Goddamn squats. Painful!)
However... I got my tax return. Ah, sweeeeeet money. I paid off my entire McGym membership right away, because that saved me close to $200 (and cut out a recurring fee for the next 3 years). Then I put some away so I can retroactively have been saving a bit over the last two months when I really wasn't, but wanted to be. The rest? Well, considering things, I'm thinkin' I'll just sit on it, thanks. I was going to pay HLM back the $1300 I owed him from condo-buying time, but he feels guilty and doesn't want it back, so we've agreed to spend it on some of the carpentry and electrical work we want to get done. (We've definitely entered the phase of longing for improvements we can't afford, but we should be able to afford that much.)
The scale at McGym yesterday told me I was turning into a whale, but this morning's weigh-in at home said I weigh just what a flexagon should. So, bah to you, whale-scale.
Not that much went on this weekend--nothing social at all. I did sit down on Sat morning and plow my way though the rest of The Two-Income Trap... it really reminded me how much I care about financial security. Most people do okay budgeting month-to-month, but so few are set up for disaster--and I really want to be set up for disaster. Which settles one thing: no significant pay cuts for me if I switch jobs soon, and I'm not going back to school either. Better to keep building up a good financial cushion now, while I'm young, even if I do keep having cool ideas for things I don't have time for. There are very few career switches I might make that would involve no immediate pay cut, and the ones that are like that, I'd have to go back to school for. Software it shall remain, then. I pretty much knew that anyway. It was good to be slapped in the face though, with "get some perspective, you little yuppie" stories like the divorced mother who thought she'd be in fine shape because she'd gotten a great raise and had a schmancy title and was making $46K... to be reminded how well I have been doing in the greater scale of things. Hmmmm.
All I did on the condo is sort a bunch of papers and throw out all my old/mismatched socks, the results of which are not very visible. I did do some interesting cooking though, and dutifully kept the flex in flexagon by putting in my gymtime. (I have to say--with the exception of pushups, everything seems heavier when what I'm lifting is me. Goddamn squats. Painful!)
However... I got my tax return. Ah, sweeeeeet money. I paid off my entire McGym membership right away, because that saved me close to $200 (and cut out a recurring fee for the next 3 years). Then I put some away so I can retroactively have been saving a bit over the last two months when I really wasn't, but wanted to be. The rest? Well, considering things, I'm thinkin' I'll just sit on it, thanks. I was going to pay HLM back the $1300 I owed him from condo-buying time, but he feels guilty and doesn't want it back, so we've agreed to spend it on some of the carpentry and electrical work we want to get done. (We've definitely entered the phase of longing for improvements we can't afford, but we should be able to afford that much.)
The scale at McGym yesterday told me I was turning into a whale, but this morning's weigh-in at home said I weigh just what a flexagon should. So, bah to you, whale-scale.
