Paying the Piper

...by robbing Paul, or is that paying Paul by robbing Peter. I always get that metaphor confused. Be that as it may I am broke and I just got paid. So I have been spending the last few minutes using the calculator and crunching numbers. I still can't make my salary pay all my bills. I am just talking about the barest of necessities! I am not even including food for the dog, cat or Guy. Me, I can eat at the restaurant, but I have to buy food for everyone else.

This does not make for a very good writing atmosphere. In fact I feel sick and nothing but the thought of empty bank accounts and the impending need to purchase a tent fills my mind. It's too cold to live in a tent. I refuse to live in a tent in Las Vegas. Lake Tahoe on the other hand wasn't too bad, except when it was 12 degrees. Then it wasn't too pleasant.

So what to do, what to do. Oh yeah, I could make the lump on my couch get a job, but no, he's collecting unemployment and he says no one is hiring. How does he know? He has tried. Tried and tried he says but no one is hiring. Argh!

We live in the state with the highest unemployment rate. We live in the city within the state with the highest unemployment rate. So I guess I will have to get a part time job to take up the slack caused by my lack of full time hours. Oh, I forgot to tell you, my boss has cut my hours and that is why I am having a terrible time paying the piper. Heck, I hate that song anyway.