And already most of my money has gone to paying bills, leaving me with only a few thousand in the bank. It’s ironic how the higher my salary goes, the less spending money is left to me, it seems. And there’s also that fact that my salary probably won’t be increasing in the next year at least, but that’s another matter and is something I really can’t be writing about in public.
Where does the money go? I don’t smoke, I hardly party, and I only drink occasionally. On the other hand, there’s rent, food, cab fare (the only vice and luxury I could really admit to indulging in regularly), utilities, and other bills. The world conspires to keep most of us in debt. One time, I heard a college kid complaining of his miniscule allowance; I wanted to say, “working won’t really change that, man.”
Last night, I discovered my ATM card was missing. Great. Until this afternoon, I had several thousand pesos in the bank and I can’t withdraw them because I’m missing that little piece of plastic. I’m pretty sure I last saw it in our bedroom; the boyfriend and I stopped short of dismantling the panelling, but we were not able to find it.
There is online banking, of course. Thanks to the Interwebs, I’m now up to date with my bills and pretty close to being broke less than 24 hours after money was credited to my salary account. That’s money gone without me even touching them. Ain’t modern life wonderful?
Today is payday. Not so much that I’m getting paid as me doing the paying. Dear gods, why wasn’t I born as a rich heiress instead?