[sings Al Green-ly at top of lungs]
“I’m so tired of being broke,
I can’t pay this on my own,
Won’t you help me Mom,
Just as soon as you can!?”
I’m sitting on another curb tearfully waiting for a tow truck; the second one this week.
Lyfting across Miami costs me about a month’s worth of gas, and my lil red hooptie Harriet is no closer to being fixed.
I try to hide my face from the residents of the overpass under which I overheated. We are now essentially in the same water-free boat.
Update: Bought a new car in August. Still broke though 🤦🏾♀️ Car buying is an emotional 🎢
I get it. I’m a quasi-recent grad. I’m young. I “should” be broke. It’s expected. I devoted my first few years after graduation to service, and the non profit sector is so named for a reason. Got it.
Big booty BUT though … now I’m settled in another full time, fully benefited, office based, salaried job with all the assurances and insurances that I previously coveted, and I’m still broke. Still proportionately the same amount of broke.
Brick. Brack. Broke. 💆🏾♀️😒🙃