My account is pretty much negative right now. I advanced money last month to pay my gas bill (they still turned it off so I still can't make pizza) so my paycheck basically never showed up at usbank.com. It's okay though. I now know what to do when you're broke. Fall in love. Money doesn't matter when you're in love...cuz it's the biggest feeling that exists. I believe that we live to love. Nothing more.

Tip of the day. Instead of buying those jeans you need, go to the library and check out picture perfect by jodi picoult. There's no better smell than an old FREE (tax-paid) library book. And don't buy bottled water in Chicago. It's a waste of your dollar bills. You don't even need a Brita here. That's how good this water is.

Penniless and JOBLESS in Chicago??

Now THAT would not be a good combination for me today. I almost walked out on my boss today. I hit a pretty deep low today and almost thought that my penny pinching ways just weren't worth it anymore in this city. It's kind of bizarre how one particular person can have such an impact on every aspect of your life...as in, MY BOSS, Clamina. I have a job which should NEVER be taken home, yet somehow, thoughts of my job absolutely consume me every single moment of my life. I wake up dreading her (my boss)...I come home, miserable, just thinking about how rotten my day was because she was there...I even DREAM about her. Even if I had money right now, I don't think I'd even be in any mood to go out and celebrate it because the only conversational piece I would have to add would be something about my rotten boss. Wow. Why am I letting someone as insignificant as her control my happiness? Sounds like I need to break into that pig and buy myself a cookie...or seven.

So, I'm currently desperately looking for a new job. I've applied to pretty much everything I've found...barista (not enough experience), waitress (too much experience), sandwich artist (not creative enough), dog walker (not strong enough), unpaid intern (to about 7 different companies--no longer a student), personal assistant (not organized enough), receptionist (can't handle being the office slave), case manager (I don't know why not), nanny (not enough connections), janitor (I don't know why they didn't want me), housekeeper...NOTHING. I haven't gotten any hits yet. A few interviews, but nobody wants me :(

I'm a total downer tonight. Katie (my sister) always has better names for me though...Irritable Izzie, Bitchy Betty, Catty Cathy, Angry Allie, Pissed off Polly, Miserable Molly, her list goes on. I think she has a name for each letter of the alphabet. Don't get the wrong impression, I'm a pretty jolly person. I've just been down today about my job...and I just really want to go shopping and get a gym membership and pick up a skinny vanilla latte and go out to dinner and get bottleS of wine and buy a boyfriend. But I can't.

time to get over that broke hump

So, after several requests and pleading sessions from my sister, Katie, I've finally decided to start a blog for myself (mainly for her). I moved to Chicago in September of 2008 and still have yet to figure out how to live in a big city on my own without breaking into my piggybank every other Thursday night before payday (those two weeks can be such a looooong stretch). I'm going to blog as often as I can (I work 41 hour weeks...that feel like 90 hours plus thanks to my boss :) ) about how real people like me function in huge cities on tiny paychecks and still manage to absolutely LOVE this city! I basically can't afford to eat out, shop, go out to the bars, get manis and pedis, get my skinny lattes, watch t.v., do yoga or even DATE...but SOMEHOW, I still manage to squeeze everything into my budget! This blog will hopefully teach you the secrets of getting by with NO MONEY...and teach me a few the more I blog!!!