Without the aid of clonazepam, alcohol, or anything more destructive than cream cheese, I managed to settle myself down last night.
I watched two episodes of "Lost" on Netflix, but before I did that I came to a very obvious realization.
I need to find a better-paying job. I know. Duh.
Although I agreed to stay at this job for six months - and who knows, I may have to - I just have to get back into job search mode and keep on looking.
And find other ways to increase my income and reduce my expenses. The latter should be interesting, since I feel pretty much to the bone these days.
And one day, have the enormous satisfaction of telling Wells Fargo to go screw themselves.
Because honestly, I did a calculation on how much house I could afford on my current salary. It turns out to be a whopping $391 / month. A house that costs $80,000, which are scarce in New Jersey and scary when you find them.
This situation cannot hold for long, so must be changed.
On thinking about it, I'm surprised there haven't been more meltdowns over the past year. I count maybe three and think my quota could easily be one a month.
So. Up. Moving. Going. And pay a call to the nice folks on Dice.com.
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