Blessed and Stressed

I don’t want to complain about money, because really, we’re doing pretty good. We’re in no danger of being evicted or having utilities shut off. There are no collections agencies kicking in our doors (well, actually, there’s one, but that’s somewhat unrelated and a long story for another post). I’m still employed full-time with a job I love doing. I’m under no illusions about how well we’re doing, especially as I watch some of our friends struggle with all of those issues.

Still, we haven’t slipped through unscathed. I’m not allowed to give details (it’s stupid, don’t ask), but suffice to say, we’ve had some budget shortfalls, and that was compounded by Sean recently having his hours drastically reduced. We’ve had to find a way to reduce our monthly budget by several hundred dollars.

Frankly, I feel incredibly lucky that I was able to find a way to do just that without any major impacts on our lifestyle. We’re still putting food on the table, and we’ve even still got a bit of spending money. We had to axe some things like cable TV and Annie’s (unused) gym membership, but those didn’t really hurt too badly.

The most frustrating thing, honestly, is that before the recession hit, we had finally gotten to a point where I was making enough money that we could start putting a dent into our debt. We’ve got thousands of dollars in student loans, and two credit cards that are just shy of maxed out from when I was unemployed before I got my current job. But then the economy tanked, and now we’re just getting by. The student loans are going unpaid (in forbearance) and we’re just putting the minimum onto the cards every month.

And I know it’s dumb to feel this way when so many of my friends are losing their jobs, and struggling just to get by, but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t driving me crazy to throw $700 down a hole every month, watching it get eaten by interest rates, and knowing that debt wasn’t getting reduced at all.

So here I am, in the middle of “the worst recession since the Great Depression,” and even as I struggle with my own money problems, I’m looking around and realizing I’m one of the lucky ones.

And before you start, this wasn’t a request for financial advice. We’ve got a plan, and we’re making some progress, it’s just painfully slow. This post wasn’t a cry for help, I’m just trying to express how insane it is to be so stressed about money, but also feel like you can’t talk about it to anyone because everyone is in the same boat, and most are sinking faster.

Wealth Groupies

Like “Joe the Plumber” — who is not a licensed plumber, whose first name isn’t Joe, whose boss’s business makes $100K, not $250K and isn’t for sale, and who couldn’t afford it if it were for sale based on his own income of $40K and his outstanding tax lien — a certain sad proportion of white blue-collar men I know are wealth groupies.

Like Joe, they imagine they’ll make big money some day. They imagine themselves rich some day. And so they doggedly vote as if they were rich already, voting over and over again against their own self-interest, because they don’t want to identify with their own economic class — not in their hearts, and not in the voting booth, either.
– Lisa Small on the popularity of Joe the Plumber

All This Stuff has a Price Tag

“In truth, however, I know there are lots of Americans who, whatever their income, believe that the government should get its grubby hands off their money. To them, I’d simply say that if you drive on a highway, walk on a sidewalk, use the postal service, send your kids to public school (or appreciate the fact that public schools keep your neighbors’ kids off the streets), and generally enjoy the fact that 300 million people are able to live in something other than chaos and squalor, you should accept the fact that all this stuff has a price tag.”
Vanity Fair (via Heilemannr)

A Cruel and Shallow Money Trench

“The TV business is uglier than most things. It is normally perceived as some kind of cruel and shallow money trench through the heart of the journalism industry, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free and good men die like dogs, for no good reason.”
– Hunter S. Thompson,Generation of Swine