I’m sure Notorius BIG is spinning in his empty grave thanks to my blasphemy, but if there’s one thing I’ve noticed in my life, it’s that the less money I have, the more stressful life becomes. I blame most of the money problems on the fact that Saskatoon rent has increased dramatically, but wages have remained the same coupled with the fact that I am a student. Plus we didn’t have any money when we came home from Thailand, and finding a job that Matt deemed as suitable took a few months. In that time, credit cards were racked up for daily expenses, and since the pay scale in Saskatoon is still stuck in the 90’s, we don’t make enough money to really pay anything down. We started to get ahead at one point, but as soon as that happened, our car broke down, requiring $700 worth of repairs.
I am getting really tired of the pay cheque to pay cheque lifestyle, and I find that my spending habits and Matt’s don’t really match up too well. From what I understand it’s natural for spenders and savers to pair up in relationships, but it’s the one part of my life that I find continuously frustrating. I’m all for saving where we can and cutting costs, taking lunches to work, for example, or shopping for groceries at WalMart (and dying inside the entire time). Saving a couple of dollars each time we shop is significant to our lives. We just don’t have the kind of money we used to make at the dreaded warehouse, so we have to live within our new lesser, but much happier, means. And I feel like I’m finding ways to do that, while Matt is still living in a dream sequence that eating out all the time is totally justifiable. My suggestions to save money include “quit smoking” or, more realistically, “buy cartons of cigarettes” go ignored. It’s to the point where I consider locking down all bank accounts and putting us on a strict cash budget, but I’m not the mom here, I shouldn’t have to do that. I’m not interested in handing out an allowance, but I’m also not interested in coming home one day to find our utilities shut off.
All I can do to ease my mind is look ahead—way ahead. Matt should be getting a raise in the summer, and a promotion looks to be in his near future. All that will help, because after one year at SIAST, I will be working full time in an unpaid clinical practicum for over 10 months. Sure, after that I will be making the big bucks as an X-ray tech, but something about working full days for free (AND paying SIAST $7000) doesn’t sit well with me.
To ease financial concerns at the moment, I went looking for a better paying summer job with more hours. As much as I love it at the store, I can’t spend the summer working 24 hours per week. We can’t survive on that. So on Monday, I started my job at the fruit stand. My time is split pretty evenly between Confederation and Wildwood stands, but I am raking in more than 45 hours per week, which is excellent. I retained one day per week at the store, so my summer will consist of 50-60 hour work weeks. I did, however, manage to get a couple of Sundays off for family shit, and then I scored a long weekend in July. Hopefully Matt and I will be able to organize a camping trip for that time. Or perhaps another trek to Calgary and then to Canmore. That would be lovely, but we’ll see if we can afford it.