A friend of mine has come up with a novel use for her credit card. She's currently travelling around the world and in Madrid learnt to use the credit card in order to break into houses.
I on the other hand stick to the old-fashioned way. Though not much longer. My debt crisis is starting to resemble that of the Southern Europe. Budget management, self-restrain... it's all Greek to me.
In a bid to turn my co-dependent relationship (are there any other kinds?) with eBay into a more constructive one I listed some of The Man's presents. A Tiffany & co scarf. And another by Pucci. And yet another by Louis Vuitton.
I can't bring myself to wear them anyway- they remind me of him far too much. And after having had hold of my heart and life for so long he really doesn't need to have a hold of my neck.
I know I occasionally get on the soap box and boldly make declarations about how I want a job that has a meaning but damn, do I want one that makes money too!
I know I occasionally get on the soap box and boldly make declarations about how I want a job that has a meaning but damn, do I want one that makes money too!
I can imagine letting go of things that remind you of him being quite cathartic.
ReplyDeleteI hope the job hunt gets easier at some point, as it can be incredibly disheartening when it drags on and on and on.