I don’t like yogurt, but I eat it nearly every morning. It’s my only calcium intake for the day (although coated in ‘cheese,’ Doritos don’t count), and sometimes it’s the only thing I consume with nutritional value. Why am I telling you this? Because I’m sitting here force-feeding myself yogurt while being sad about my once-thriving plant. Once-thriving because it is thriving no longer. I forgot to water it like two weeks straight. Can you believe there are people who argue with me about my lack of ticking biological clock? If I can’t take care of a plant, you really think I’d be a good mother?
This is way personal for here, but… I’m approaching 30 and I have yet to hear a clock ticking in my ear telling me to have babies. If I have a kid, I have one. If I don’t, I don’t. Sitting here right now, I’m really okay with that. I’m at peace with that. If I meet someone lovely and we decide to make a life together, and that life includes kids, then maybe it’ll happen. But if not, that’s great, too.
So, for the first time, this bank thing has an impact on me because my bank, Wachovia, is now in need of some serious help. Yikes. And I can’t help but think next summer, when I hope to buy a house by myself, I’ll have a more difficult time securing a loan.
Did you guys see the Steelers game last night? I was thinking to myself, even if they lose, this was still a really good football game. (Hooray – the Steelers won!) I really, really need to stop staying up so late to watch games, though. I’m so freaking tired in the morning. Although far more productive in the morning than evening, I still have a hard time getting out of bed.
Busy RBC weekend ahead. We got a new computer system, and I’ve only used it once and when it came down to crunch time on Sunday, I was clueless. So I volunteered to pick up an extra shift to get some more experience. I hate being responsible.
Where I work, bonuses are distributed, but you have to be there a year to qualify. Well, my team decided that although I’ve been around less than five months, I deserved a bonus. So I got one, which was totally unexpected and awesome. Any financial stress I had about Las Vegas and Los Angeles is gone. Cheesy, but more than the dollar amount, that they gave me a bonus despite my inability to receive one is worth more.
That last paragraph is NOT well written. Sorry.