You cannot be serious
Monday 7th July, 2008 - £8,850.98 in debt…
Welcome to the busiest week of my working life.
A few days ago, practically everyone I’ve ever worked for, worked with, or brushed past in the street, called to ask if I was free this week. What I heard was “Can we give you some money?”, and of course I said yes to all of them.
This has left me in something of a pickle.
As I had to have five hours off yesterday, to watch the greatest tennis match that has ever been played (and a further hour to calm down - while watching the highlights), I now have to work for 14 hours per day from now until Friday. At least.
Along with the eight hours I worked over the weekend, this makes it a 78-hour working week, which must contravene some sort of employment policy, but I’m self-employed so I tend to live on the wrong side of the law.
But, if I can make it through the week successfully - blogging in my lunchbreak, working in my sleep and thinking on the toilet - I’ll earn £791.30 after tax.
I’m just glad this has happened after Wimbledon and Rafa Nadal’s taking some time off. If anyone had asked me to miss one of his matches, I’d have laughed in their face.
Tired of this
Friday 13th June, 2008 - £8,920.19 in debt…
Guess what! I’ve got a job! Again!
This time I’ve been interviewed and approved and told that I start on Monday, so fingers crossed. I’ll be working three days a week, which is absolutely bloody perfect, and it’s a marketing job so it’s actually something worthwhile rather than the usual Photocopying And Tea-Making Assistant roles you normally get from agencies (this one is Office Angels, who seem efficient and organised compared to the rest of them). Hoorah hoorah hoorah.
It means I’m still observing my £20-a-week regime until the 27th, so my budget for the coming week is £18.47 (as I was tempted by ice cream and overspent last time). And I still haven’t got my dad anything for Father’s Day. I am rubbish.
I’m a little teapot short and stout…
Wednesday 4th June, 2008 - £8,920.19 in debt…
Another day, another temping agency assessment. More forms than I could shake a stick at (five in total – I draw the stick-shaking line at four), and another typing test.
But then, the minute I got home, I had a call from another agency, offering me a short-term full-time job. It’s only for the next couple of weeks, but it will pay this month’s rent and fill in the time while I look for something part-time.
Unfortunately, because it pays a week in arrears, I still haven’t got any money coming in until June 20th and I’m running low on cash. Time to give myself a budget and stick to it…
