So now that I have a job, I finally have money coming in again. Which is great. I get paid twice a month: once in the middle of the month and once at the end. And now that I know how much my take-home pay is, I have fewer crazy merry-go-rounds spinning through my brain than I did a few weeks ago.
The monthly saving/spending/debt repayment plan that I devised, based on my salary and semi-monthly paycheck amounts, looks like this:
Last weekend I decided it was finally time to go shopping for a pair of walking shoes. I’d been alternating between rain boots and regular boots for the past five months, but now the weather is getting a bit warmer, and there are days when wearing boots feels weird and constrictive. And my go-to walking shoes—a pair of Converse that I’d been wearing for six years straight—were literally falling apart. While I don’t have to dress up for work, I do need to look presentable, and that probably means no falling-apart shoes.
Ok, here’s the situation: I am NOT buying a car.
When I lived in China back in 2006-2007 I got around mostly by bike, as did many thousands of other people in my city. I never once wore a helmet, because no one else did. And that’s why it was extremely lucky that when I eventually got into an accident I did not land on my head. (Side note: As someone who is now older, wiser, and has worked in a hospital brain injury unit, I implore you to never, ever ride a bike without a helmet.)
Instead, I landed on my tailbone. After a few seconds of sitting stunned on the concrete, I stood up and walked the couple of steps to the curb. The guy on the electric bike who had hit me stopped to see if I was okay, and I told him I was. But the next morning I was in too much pain to go to work. So I took a taxi to the hospital. My Chinese friend Sylvia met me at the hospital to translate—a kindness for which I will be forever grateful, since I didn’t know enough Chinese to communicate anything useful, other than saying the word for “bicycle” and pointing at the base of my spine.
It’s hard for me to convey how excited I am to be starting at my new job today. I actually find it a bit amusing because a good number of the wonderful blogs I follow are written by people who are trying to escape from regular jobs—and yet here I am, super psyched to be starting one. I suppose if I had spent the past twelve years since college working at regular jobs, then I might be trying to get away from them too, but the reality is that I’m jumping out of my seat with excitement that somebody wants to hire me and pay me to work at their organization.
There are a bunch of practical reasons why I’m excited about this job: