After eleven weeks out of the workforce, I started a job this week and got slammed with a $100-boot on my car (for the first time in my life) all at once. Way to get hit when you’re (almost) up. On the way up, we’ll say. The most painful part of this incident: I was parked for about 8 minutes to get a $1 sub sandwich.
I haven’t received a paycheck in eleven weeks, have been barely hanging on, relying heavily on my credit card to make end’s meet. Then I get my measly weekly unemployment check the same day I park in the spot that gets me a $100 boot. (I actually didn’t even apply for unemployment until about three weeks ago, didn’t even realize I could get money to help me during this phase. Man, it would have helped the whole time… but oh well.)
I’m rationalizing the sickening amount of wasted money by not getting a few other things. I’ve lost some weight since I’ve started running, and the actual width part of my bras is too loose. I really need new bras, to be perfectly honest; they’re already a old. Instead, I’ve taken them in, with some unprofessional-looking, but very effective seams on both sides of the clasps at the back. I was going to get a desperately-needed haircut–my bangs are so long their not bangs anymore–but I’ll keep the weird hippie look for a few more weeks. Hey, they already hired me, right? I could always use my old, dull barber scissors and take to my own hair.
I will be getting my first check at my new job (which is full-time but temporary up to the week of Christmas) next week. So that’s a good thing. It was just so painful to have this incident now, as things are looking up. Why me, why me?
I was angry. I was yelling, and shaking, and sobbing, and cussing at these two men–all of these things, except the sobbing, are quite unlike me. And I was wayyyy late getting back to my new workplace, which is awesome.
But then I had to get back into my cheerful elf voice, writing on the marketing team at the Christmas publishing company where I work. I honestly felt like calling it a day. But I kept it together because, first, now I needed all these hours more than ever, and second, these people are still getting to know how I operate, and it is imperative that I not fall apart and seem like one of those people who always has drama and is always crying at work. I am not one of these people, so today, when I get my first car boot, would not be a day to appear to be one of them.
Every time I thought about what happened this afternoon, my eyes would well up and I would feel sick. I thought about it over and over, what could I have possibly done to make those guys’ jobs the absolute worst? I hope they really hate that job. Because if I had to stand there while some woman lost it–truly lost it–in the parking lot, and scream at me, I might hate my job.
I’m still not over it, but as the day has worn on, this raggedy, awful, headachy day, I just had to let it roll off of me. Ok, so it hurts now. It won’t hurt forever. It’s like back when overdraft fees were at their peak, and I was an undergrad, getting hit with fines multiple times a year. Nothing brings naseau faster than not having money you thought you did and seeing that red balance, or walking around the corner to find a $100 fine attached to your car. I hope there is a time in my life when I’m not at the bottom of the barrel scratching and can pay my monthly bills without my account balance zeroing out around $6 when they’re all paid. I’m thankful to pay my bills, but even these last few months, that has been hard.
Honestly, I didn’t see myself becoming a victim of the current economy: one of those recent-grad, lots of student loans, can’t-find-work demographic that is touted and studied and reported on. With a boot. Today was a reminder that yes, you might be seeing some good news, some professional success come your way, but don’t think that means this is the end of the roadblocks. They are all over, they are hidden and often conniving to stack up all at once, and they will never let you off the hook. I resign and concede to the inevitability of the occasional really awful boot.