Ever since my recent holiday with Mel around the north island of New Zealand, I've taken to being a lot more serious about money, and the spending of it. I overspent my budget on the holiday, and it's annoyed me that not only did I do less than I wanted to, but I spent more than I was able to. This is because of a pattern in my life that's centred around a lack of discipline and foresight involving money and the use of it.
I worked the graveyard shift on Saturday morning, from midnight to 8am, so that the guy who normally does it could go out and get drunk at the pub crawl sponsored by work. At around 3am, I received a call from the wife of one of my colleagues/friends, wanting to know where he was. I told her I hadn't seen him. She called again at 4, and again at 5. At around 6am, he turned up drunk, wanting to get into the building so that he could sleep his drunkennes off. I told him his wife had been calling every hour for him, but his response was 'she'll be right mate'. He went upstairs to have a sleep, after agreeing that I'd take him home when I finished at 8. His wife rang again around 6:30, and I told her he was upstairs asleep, and that I'd get him to call her when he woke up. She rang again at 7:30, and I told her he hadn't woken up yet. At 8, I went upstairs to grab him and take him home.
I finally got myself a new flatmate today - she moved in this afternoon. Thank God! I was starting to get frantic, as Penny's rent payment was about to run out on the 15th, so I only had a few days grace left. I had an advertisement in Saturday's paper again, and I was astounded that NO-ONE RANG! I couldn't believe it… But the person who's moved in (her name is Michelle) saw the ad in last week's paper. She's really nice, and also works at the nearby pet store. She also has a cat of her own, so it looks like Eve is going to have a playmate again.
I was talking to someone the other day (I can't remember who it was!) about how I've been involved with a number of married women over the years. They, like many others, felt that it was a bad thing being in an intimate relationship with a married woman. I used to agree - many years ago! These days I have a different opinion.
Penny moved out over the past week (she's moved in with her boyfriend, so all the best to them. ), and so I'm now hunting for a flatmate. I've actually been hunting for the past week, but strangely enough, haven't had any luck. I've put advertisements around the place and even had an ad going in today's newspaper. It's 11:22am right now, and I've had only one phone call from it. It sucks. I don't know if there's just no one looking for share accommodation right now, or if my suburb isn't interesting enough for them, or if my ad sucks, and so on….
Well, I got back from the road trip on the 24th March, and I hung out with Mel until the 30th, when she caught her flight to Vancouver in Canada (via Auckland - Los Angeles - Vancouver). I've been spending the past week 'coming down' from the holiday, just mellowing out and relaxing with Mel. And then when Mel had gone, I discovered I missed her a lot. It depressed me for a couple of days.
When you've been with someone 24 hours a day for 11 days, and then 16 hours a day for another week, you really notice they're gone when they're no longer around.
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