I have $15 in my checking account. I have my very own office on Madison Avenue and a total of $15 (for two people) in my checking account.
And before you ask, no I don’t have savings to dip into. In fact, the mere suggestion of having savings is extremely laughable at this point in my life. In five years, I’m hoping it will be a logical question that I will have a very adult answer to (as opposed to the current “HA! Fuck, no”, but right now, having savings is as impossible as me piloting a spaceship to the moon.
So yes, $15 to my name while I gaze over Madison Avenue from my desk. It is the most ridiculous reality and something that can only ever happen in a city like New York. I’m not sure if it’s the universe trying to make sure I don’t forget hard times or the city of New York playing a dirty trick on my psyche but, either way, well played Universe. Well played New York. I will never again doubt your ultimate power or your sadistic sense of humor.
Thankfully, the husband gets paid tomorrow morning and my very late (thanks a lot Human Resources) first official check should arrive at some point next week. So at this point the lack of funds is almost comical. Still stressful, but ultimately comical all things considered. I’m hoping once things normalize with my pay schedule I will officially be able to say that we’ve seen the last of our $15 “let’s see how far we can stretch it till the check finally shows up” moments. But one never knows and, considering today, one should never ever forget.
