I can't believe how goddamn broke I am



Yes, kiddies, my salary is just paying bills. I make money, and it goes right out the window. I'm being nickel-and-dimed to death by all these tiny little taxes and surcharges and don't get me started on my cell phone bill. Apparently, Albany and Bloomberg have decided that cell phones are luxuries, they don't actually do anything other than annoy people in restaurants. It really doesn't make a difference that a family member might be miles away and needs to get in touch with you in case of disaster or death or dismemberment. Cell phones are for people who drink $5.95 lattes in Starbucks, yuppie scumbag bastards in SUV's, and hipster assholes who need to look cool and super blase as they go dancing in Webster Hall, which used to be edgy and cool, now it just sucks. I get a replacement phone through my equipment insurance plan, and the damn thing doesn't work. I pay a non-refundable fee of $35. Well, I called up and complained today and guess what? They credited me $35 since it doesn't work. NO bill next month, thank god.



Now for everything else. Reading the fine print on all my utilities makes me sick because the MTA gets a nice fee tacked onto my other bills. $2 per train trip isn't enough, I guess, which is also eating me THE FUCK ALIVE.



Oh, have I mentioned that I haven't had a decent vacation since 1999? I couldn't even get a three day weekend when I quit that SHITHOLE acting school because on of the administrators told me that day after a pay day (which every person who left usually took off without a problem) wasn't really a day off. I left on a Friday, and started immediately on a Monday where I am now. My father dying for which I took a whole week in 2001 off DOES NOT QUALIFY, since I ran around like a banshee begging these people to release the funds that paid for his funeral. That week, I also ran into my so-called best friend's husband/lover/boyfriend/whatever and was told that I should call THEM, never mind the fact that I was in MOURNING. But, I forgot: it's still all about her, which is why I banished the bitch from my life and have not regretted it AT ALL.



My yearly review will happen soon, let's see what bucket of tripe they hand me then. I want to know what the fuck it is I have to do to make more money so I can at least see the light of day with $200 more in my pocket than piecing for scraps like I have been since July. This really and truly sucks.



And speaking of "it's all about her", there is a person in here right now who thinks they're getting the day after Christmas off. No, I've been here a long time, I'm taking that day off. TOO FUCKING BAD.



I'm in a shit mood, kiddies, better be nice to me today!!!