I Could Raise Money
If Warren E. Buffett (C.E.O. of Berkshire Hathaway — great retro website) can auction lunch for the lucky winner and seven of his or her friends, with him, then why couldn’t I? I suppose it’s unlikely I could get his asking price, but hey. Lunch with me has got to be worth fifty bucks to someone… </sarcasm>
Exciting Times Ahead
Tonight I will be checking out some furniture for my new apartment. I’m excited about that. I’m finding ways I’ll actually be able to afford to furnish my new place. The only question I have right now is that of a couch and coffee/living room table.
On Friday, I’ll be able to inspect my new apartment. I don’t actually sign the lease for another few weeks (at which point I’ll be handing over a lot of money for the security deposit and rent). Moving in will take place on the 26th, so if there’s anyone around who would like to assist, let me know. I could sure use the help. The good news is I don’t really have a lot of stuff anymore.
The only downside about my new place is the commute is going to me a little more inflexible. Also, I’m going to have to cut back on my expenses if I want to keep saving money. My rent will go up about $500 a month.
Now, I’ll see about getting a raise. Or a promotion. Or a transfer to a new position entirely.
Killing Time
I was two hours late to work this morning. I had already planned to arrive in the office a half-hour later than usual (still technically “early” based on my official hours), but someone had a different plan in mind for me. The bus, through detours, got me to the station just in time to catch the 8:33 express train. The station was packed; I had never seen it as crowded as it was this morning. It turns out that no trains had been running for the last hour. When the next train finally arrived at around 8:50, it was the delayed 7:48 train, one I might normally take if it doesn’t look crowded.
Not knowing when the Amtrak Clocker train would show up, I took the NJ Transit train that arrived. It took more than an hour to get to the first stop, and by the time I reached my destination it was 10:30.
I don’t like the fact that I have to rely on mass transportation to get around. I guess this is one thing I’ve taken away from people who used to say to me things like, “All things that happen to you are your fault; you are the only one who controls your life.” Thus, even when I’m late due to train problems, it’s my fault for not having my own transportation–or for having a job that requires stepping outside of my place of living.