Wednesday, March 05, 2008
I Can't Quite Get the Hang of Wednesdays
So, I'm better. More or less - I feel better but I'm still coughing whenever I try to talk. Therefore, I am going to be silent (cue a chorus of my unbelieving friends) for the foreseeable future. I'm back at work, anyway; it's Wednesday; my skirt is being held together by a binder clip and the kleenex in my purse is rapidly becoming shreds to match the shreds on my sweater: let's all sing together, to the tune of Girlfriend in a Coma: Kleenex in the laundry, oh no, oh noooo, it's serious!
I went to the homeownership class last night. It's way more intense than I expected and I even have homework. It's also depressing: I'm not sure where I got the chutzpah to believe that I could buy a house since, if you fill out all the handy little worksheets, you find that what I can afford is actually, like, a 2 by 4. Over the next 60 years, I guess I could buy some more 2 x 4s and then when I'm 90 or so I might be able to cobble together a small lean to. Or not. Probably not. The even more depressing thing is that I've been making the same amount of money for 8 years now and, 8 years ago, if I had had my shit together, I could have bought a house. Unfortunately, the house I could have bought then now costs four times what it did 8 years ago and I'm thus left standing here in the metaphorical rain, looking woeful. With my 2 x 4. At least I can club people with it.
I was afraid that this was the case and it looks like it may well be. But I'm going to keep on attending class and hoping for a miracle. In other class news, have you ever noticed that when people start filing into an unfamiliar room for a first class or a meeting or whatever the group often divides on gender lines? Like, I was about the third person to get there and there were two guys on one side of the room so I sat on the other side and then as more people filed in they followed our lead, at least until the chairs started filling up. Humans - they are so weird.