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I'd like to have money. And I'd like to be a good writer. The two can come together, and I hope they will, but if that's too adorable, I'd rather have money. --Dorothy Parker |
Friday, May 28, 1999 Summer Job (Sketchily) I'm not sure how much I want to write about the main event to take place today. Well, no, I want to write about the whole thing, but (a) it would require a whole lotta backstory, and yesterday's entry was long enough, and (b) it might not be prudent. But the basics are like this: For the past six years, I've written a weekly newsletter for a religious day camp in Far Rockaway. At the end of last summer, I announced my retirement. About two seconds later, my boss began his campaign to get me back. As of today, he's won, largely because I can't afford to refuse at this point. I'm getting a raise, and somewhat better work conditions, and, theoretically, an assistant, but that last item is worrying me a bit, and I may call him back and tell him to just turn the whole thing back over to me one more time. We'll see. I'll probably settle for giving my notify list the details and stuff, so feel free to sign up for it, or, if you prefer, for my currently nonexistent un-notify list, for people who want the extras without the updates. (And that concludes this month's notify list sales pitch. <g>)
The good news is that this means The Financial Crisis is officially over. :-) Well, the short-term Financial Crisis, anyway. I still need to figure out how the heck I'm going to pay the rent shortly after the summer, at which point the brother who's currently footing the bill is gonna be married, and will be unlikely to be able to continue doing so, but that's in the future again. Well, the sorta-short-term Financial Crisis. The immediate short-term is still gonna be just a bit funky, seeing as my bank account now has $18.18 (thanks to an $18 birthday present from my great-aunt); my wallet has $2.80, to which you can add perhaps 75 pennies in my current penny collection; and I don't expect my English Dept. award checks to come in so quickly; but given that I know I'll have money coming in shortly, it's not really such a problem, I suppose. Anyway. The point is that I'm not gonna be dying of starvation anytime soon. Glory be! :-)
In other good news, after returning to Far Rockaway to speak to my boss, my mother went food shopping with me, and picked up a lot of stuff, and then brought it, and me, back to my apartment. (The original game plan had been for me to spend Shabbos in Far Rockaway, but I was still zonked from the finals, and I really needed to just crawl back to my bed and stay there for the weekend. I'll be back with the family next week, I figure.) So my refrigerator is loaded just now. Which is also pretty nice. :-) And, um, I have a feeling I'm forgetting something obvious... hmm. Well, if it's really important, I'll remember it later.
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