|
|
paycheck2paycheck
________________________________________________________________
Growing up, I was always a "working kid". At 15, I had my first job, taking orders at a certain un-named burger conglomerate. As I got older, I realized the all-too important value of a dollar. Whether it was rolling dough for Cinnabons, or mixing a cup of espresso, I knew what that paycheck in my hand every two weeks meant: spend it like there's no tomorrow.
Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not completely irresponsible with money. Just a little naive. I think my overzealousness at seeing that glimmering money in my pocket overtakes me, and I feel the sudden urge to spend it. And spend it I do. But not on the fun stuff I once carelessly blew my $300 Cinnabon wages...
As a 24 year old adult, I still find myself living paycheck to paycheck. But this time, instead of my bi-weekly paycheck subsidizing clothes and beer (like it did in my careless college days), it goes towards "grown up" things like rent and electricity. And as soon as the money hits my bank account, out it goes again.
I'm just wondering when that time will come in my life, when I get a paycheck and it deposits into an already brimming bank account. When will a "big purchase" be a vacation or a boat, instead of a pair of jeans or a full tank of gas?
I guess I have it luckier than most... I have a good job, I can afford my rent, and I have enough left over for a cup of Starbucks every morning. But as consumerist as my world is becoming, I find myself dreaming of days where a paycheck will mean nothing more to me than the paper it's written on.
posted by amandalicious at
10:42 PM
|
|
9 Comments:
<$BlogItemComments$>-
<$BlogCommentAuthor$> said...
-
<$BlogCommentBody$>
-
<$BlogCommentDateTime$>
<$BlogCommentDeleteIcon$>
Post a Comment
<< Home