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Reality Cheque

If I don't look, it can't hurt me, right?

Unfortunately, I need to buy groceries, so tomorrow I will take money out of my account, and there is this piece of paper that will spell out the truth for me. (A reality cheque, if you will). The big question I need to answer is, after I pay for August's rent, will I have enough money left to pay my credit card bill?

I have never actually wondered about this before. Or probably I have, but it was as a student, and I was more comfortable with being broke. Everyone was, and I hadn't known anything else. So it was not quite as humbling/humiliating.

I am not deeply worried this time around. I know that one way or another, my bills will be taken care of...a friend just told me about this thing called a "grace period" with credit card bills. Turns out I have longer than I thought to get that paid. And I will work again soon. It just might not be quite as easy as I'd hope.

(Too bad this pile o' cash is no longer on my bed.)


Jess said…
oh my goodness, I hear you. Turns out living on an interns salary while paying back my student loan barely worked. Though for awhile I though it did. And now I'm paying for it. eek. I'm chalking it up as a growing-up-experience as I figure out how i'm going to get out of this mess. blerg.

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