You know what’s tougher than being out of work for 11 months?
Trying to play catch up on bills.
And when I say bills I mean the actual amount of money that I owe to friends.
If you’re thinking money and friendship is an explosive mix, you’re right.
That’s why I’m back to the grind at the restaurant during the weekends.
Do I like working six days a week---no.
Do I like being on my feet for seven hours after working a regular eight hour work day---no.
Do my feet hurt like a mother---yes.
And before you ask, yes the new job is going well, thank you.
But in these scary economic times, you have to get your grind on. Unless you have a war chest saved, you have to get on the hustle.
And that’s if you’re starting from zero.
But if you’re playing catch up, trying to make the war chest thing happen is a little tricky. It’s pointless to try to save money if you’re in debt.
And my job is a contract position so they could choose to let me go at any time.
So I’m on the hustle.
It’s tough to place a priority on who gets paid first. Frankly there are a great many people who have saved my ass over the past 11 months (and beyond).
But when I sit down to think about it, I have to whittle down my debt. And unfortunately that means I have to do that so in some type of order.
You gotta crawl before you can walk, right?
So if you happen to find me one late night a little blurry eyed at some south side dining establishment, don’t worry.
But I would very much appreciate you bringing in your non-demanding, cocktail drinking friends and their disposable income.
‘Cause I’m gonna rock it out and retire some of this debt before the end of this calendar year.
I’m a hustler baby.