I have $15 to make it until the 31st.
D'oh!
(Though I *did* enjoy lunch today, for all it was a $20 splurge, so I'll just have to bring my lunch the rest of the next 2 weeks. Ah well.)
In other tangentially-related news, I'm paranoid I won't get my merit increase at work, because I have this lurking paranoia about the intrinsic value of being handed ten cubit feet of filing to do versus, say, being an Account Manager or broker (from whom the filing came).
I blame trust issues with the idea of the workplace (the fact that everyone GETS a merit increase annually, even if it is something like 1 or 2%? Is fucking awesome.) - I am placing this blame squarely on the shoulders of the crappy jobs I've had in the past. All their fault, not mine (ignore the lacking sense I had in not leaving said jobs much sooner; there are days I envy those who get stressed and quit at the drop of a hat, now and then).
Aaaaanyway.
I have been stuck in this mentally awake, physically tired state all week, and not going to Tea tonight didn't do anything to help (though it's gonna cost me a $15 lesson, because if SHE cancels we can make it up but if WE cancel we can't. Whatever.), though the good mood I have been in most of the day was not crushed by traffic and mixed signals, at least. Because taking the 405 to the 55 to the 91 for 30 miles at the peak of rush hour? That, my friends, will kill
anyone's soul.
(Someone remind me to email
Zenshuji to find out which school of Tea meets on Saturday afternoons, because I really, really want to just go and visit during a lesson to watch sometime, especially if it's a different school [I probably wouldn't get away with observing Urasenke lessons]. There's just something about the idea of hanging out in a Buddhist temple that's so damned appealing.