After a long, cool, temperature wise, summer in Northern Michigan, we're back in Louisville for the winter. I sound so posh, don't I? "We have a place in Northern Michigan." I always feel the need to qualify it, "We bought it as a foreclosure." I don't know why this bothers me so, the need to qualify these kinds of statements, but it's been something I've found myself doing when I started making good money with my first big girl job and I had all this posh stuff I felt I deserved because hey! I lived under the poverty line for so long, having money to buy fancy mascara was my right, goddammit. But there is a price for finally having a big girl job, one I never felt I would have to pay, but I lost contact with a lot of friends when I started the big girl job because they felt they "couldn't compete" with what I was able to financially do—which seems, weird? Strange? Depressing? All of those things. The opposite also turned out to be true when I became jobless and I had that crazy year of mania, those same people didn't invite me out when they had money because they assumed I couldn't afford it. Sure, I wasn't making fancy mascara money anymore but I could at least spring for a movie.
Issue #24 The Find A Job Issue
Issue #24 The Find A Job Issue
Issue #24 The Find A Job Issue
After a long, cool, temperature wise, summer in Northern Michigan, we're back in Louisville for the winter. I sound so posh, don't I? "We have a place in Northern Michigan." I always feel the need to qualify it, "We bought it as a foreclosure." I don't know why this bothers me so, the need to qualify these kinds of statements, but it's been something I've found myself doing when I started making good money with my first big girl job and I had all this posh stuff I felt I deserved because hey! I lived under the poverty line for so long, having money to buy fancy mascara was my right, goddammit. But there is a price for finally having a big girl job, one I never felt I would have to pay, but I lost contact with a lot of friends when I started the big girl job because they felt they "couldn't compete" with what I was able to financially do—which seems, weird? Strange? Depressing? All of those things. The opposite also turned out to be true when I became jobless and I had that crazy year of mania, those same people didn't invite me out when they had money because they assumed I couldn't afford it. Sure, I wasn't making fancy mascara money anymore but I could at least spring for a movie.