Monday, December 31, 2012

I'm a $53 idiot!

My mom just called me to let me know I have $53 in my bank account. Shit. (Yeah, my mom has my banking information, she checks it routinely and helps me manage my money. Yes I'm ashamed of this, but I'd be lying if I said she probably is the reason that I'm not homeless. I'm terrible with money.)

Anyway, $53 dollars, and a loooong way till payday. I'm fucked.

To be fair to myself, I really tried to be more thoughtful about my spending this time around; I thought I had more money then I did, but alas I forgot about a payment due to come out any second. I have nobody to blame but myself.

Seems as though living the dream has come at a hefty price tag, considering a large chunk of my money goes towards paying back the mountain of student debts I amassed . Since I only have a little over a year of being graduated under my belt, I'm still at the "entry level" of my career, which means the money is decent, but given what I have to pay back, it certainly isn't enough.

My Jeggings = muffin-top. I need new ones.
Still, I am one of the lucky ones I guess. I escaped a job and a future I didn't want, and I have a the opportunity to move upward and onward in the communications field. I can freelance, and I can take on a second or third job, which is my intention. Aside from a new opportunity coming up in the new year (which I'll tell you all about soon) I want to get another job at a place like Starbucks or something. (I've always romanticized working at Starbucks, everyone there seems happy, and I love coffee.)

I may as well work more, since I don't have the money to have the kind of social life I want right now anyway. (I don't even have the money to have cable right now, nevermind!)

Still, I don't want to sound like I'm complaining, even though I am, because I am a fiscal idiot... I don't even want to get into it. I'm a fiscal idiot who has $53 in her bank account!

Admittance of my fiscally inept ways aside, part of me is still like "Ohhh, I still have $53 in my bank account and I really want a new pair or leggings! Fifty-three-dollars is totally enough, SCORE!") New leggings, jeggings and skinny-legged black pants are on the top of my "Must Have" list. I have these beautiful boots that I want to wear every single day and I need pants that will tuck nicely into them without giving me the muffin-top that the current pair of jeggings I have do. I must refrain.

It appears that I am hopeless.

Sunday, December 30, 2012

2012: The year that was

Photo Source: Tumblr

Well 2012, you’ve certainly been a year to remember (Or, in some cases, a time in my life that I’d like to forget.)

The first seven months of the year were, for lack of a better term, shitty. Yet, what came after was unexpected and pleasant.  

I found love, and lost it twice; first with something (someone) I never actually knew, but will never forget. Second with someone who, it turns out, I barely ever knew at all. I am a better person for it, but like all heartache, it was trying. (Cryptic, yes, but necessary. I don’t want to share all aspects of my life. Assume what you want.)

My new single status was forced on me, I didn’t see it as the liberation that I appreciate it as now. It was unwanted and foreign; lonely and humbling. I felt abandoned, empty, and deceived, yet it forced me to change the things about myself that I didn’t particularly like but settled with for so long. 

Looking back, the death of my dysfunctional relationship was a lucky break because I now realize that I was trying to commit to something and someone that never quite fit. He (and it) were like that dress that looks great on a hanger, but are neither flattering or comfortable. Not for me anyway. It also gave me a clean slate and the opportunity to create a new adventure for myself. (And to shop around for new dresses that are more my style. Window shop anyway...)

I am not the same woman I was when 2012 started, and for that I am grateful.

The latter part of the year was rich in new experiences and new friends. I can’t remember the last time I had so much fun, nor can I remember a time in my life when my confidence was as stable and as high as it is now. I am happy. 

I don’t want to romanticize my life, because of course I have struggles. Daily ones. In fact, I have failed at so many things in the last year that I’ve lost count. I continue to fail at things, but rather than dwell on my shortcomings I’m trying to learn from them. Sometimes my failures hurt and sometimes they’re a source of amusement. Either way, there is always a lesson or two buried in my mistakes. Lucky for me, I make enough of them in my life to confidently say that I will never stop learning.

I am most grateful for the people in my life. I surround myself with quality folks, and 2012 certainly brought out the best in my friendships. I have never believed more in love and in the goodness of people, because I have experienced a great deal of it this year. 

While I have no clue what 2013 will bring, I hope it will be as enriching as the latter part of 2012. I have no resolutions (No immediate ones anyway, I prefer to make mine all year long) but I have aspirations and goals going forward. 

With that, I happily walk away from the past and look forward to what the future holds. 

Happy New Year.

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Pallister's Palace: Why is this news?

Opposition Leader, Brian Pallister
For two days in a row I read online articles about Manitoba Opposition leader, Brian Pallister being criticized for his newly purchased a $2-million Winnipeg home.

Some media outlets have questioned how the wealthy PC leader can relate to the middle-class when he lives in the lap of luxury. A valid question perhaps, but not one that warrants two days worth of media coverage and a press conference.

It’s foolish. If anything, Pallister’s purchase warranted a brief at most. Even that is pushing it though.

While I understand all too well how challenging a slow news day can be, I don’t understand how this is news.

Bottom line: PC Leader Brian Pallister bought an expensive home. He’s well off, wealthy even. Good for him. He worked hard and was able to purchase this home. Is this relatable to most of us? Probably not, but neither are many aspects of his life I’m sure. 

At the risk of sounding simplistic or whimsical, I beg the question: How can we criticize somebody for working hard, earning money, and buying a home for their family; even if it is an extravagant $2-million mansion? Isn’t he, like the rest of us, entitled to spend his money the way he sees fit? Sure he’s a politician. Sure we, as citizens, are entitled to form opinions about him given the public role he has cast himself in. Sure, I’ll even give the article merit in the fact that some people will see this purchase as something that they can’t relate to, and it may very well affect their vote in the next election. 

What I can’t agree with however, is the fact that the media is criticizing his success. Many of us strive for success in various aspects of life. Owning an extravagant home is clearly one of those successes that the Pallister family has strived for and achieved. We should applaud that.

What I do find disappointing is that Pallister felt the need to publicly defend himself by calling a press conference to discuss his modest upbringing and explain the chain of events that led to his success and wealth. Though I can see why he would want to jump to his own defense, inviting the media to hear him explain himself when he’s done nothing wrong is just perpetuating the story. It’s a move that makes me wonder how he will handle the next election and the slurry of backlash he is likely to get from the opposing parties, especially if the next election is anything like the aggressive battle between Greg Selinger and Hugh McFadyen in 2011.

I should note that I am not PC. I have never voted for the Conservative Party, and I can’t see myself doing so in future. Perhaps that will change one day, but I doubt it. I just feel like there are far more important things happening in our community than this. With newsrooms running on scarce resources, I am frustrated with the attention this non-story got.

-End rant.