Money. Money. Money. It must be funny. It don't get everything it's true, but what it don't get I can't use.
Small unexpected windfall! I thought I was going to have to operate on 3 days pay this week, after taking 2 sick days last week with the gastro bug that I had. I was pretty sure that a) I didn't have enough leave accrued and b) that I had to have gone past my 3 month probation period to be eligible for sick leave. So I tightened my belt this week, and made sure I would have enough to get through next week with my rent and expenses paid.
So when I found out today that I was getting a full week's pay, it felt like someone had just opened up their wallet and handed me a bunch of bonus bucks! In reality it's only a regular pay, but score! Most importantly, it means I'll be picking up this tomorrow:
Squeal. Which means that I can sew up one of these that I have cut out and ready:
Then, I read in the paper that the government wants to hand me $950 next month to do my bit in keeping the wheels of the economy turning. Score. Oh sure The Opposition are being no fun and exercising their right to oppose, but should the money arrive in my bank account it's off to Ikea! There's a spare room in this house that is waiting to be fitted out as a sewing room/studio (and anything left over is going towards the cost of attending a men's knitting retreat in July). Squeal.