Hooray For Paydays!

But not the candy bars. Those are gross.

Since I went to Germany last winter I haven't held a formal job. It was difficult. Most students I went with were having withdrawls from their cell phones, treating it like having lost an appendage and would grope in their pockets every so often to check. The habitual action of checking for messages that weren't there distressed a lot of people, like phantom limb syndrom. If a cell phone could be considered an extension to some. ...You know who you are.

Well, I'm terrible with cell phones. There's a reason why I don't give out my number, because ninety-nine times out of ten I have no idea where the sucker is and you'd be better off sending smoke signals to get my attention.

What I am not terrible with is having a job. Unlike searching for text messages or Twitter updates, I would prowl around my host family's home scowering out jobs. Does the dishwasher need to be loaded? Unloaded? Has laundry been folded? Where do you keep the vaccum? Do we need to chop wood or something? The double-edged sword was that my host mom was as neurotic about working as I am. The place was spotless! The horror.

Let's be honest, having a job has been part of my daily life for pretty much as far back as child labor laws can be bent. When my sister changed jobs from milking cattle to working assisting the local taxidermist, I picked up the cattle job. I was somewheres around thirteen. After she quit the taxidermist, guess who started there and worked until college and then immediately grabbed two more part-times? And so ended my childhood.

That was a joke, I'm kidding. Calm down.

Working on a farm means you never had a childhood.
*Cue in my mom screaming out both my first AND middle name...*

My brand spankin' new lab job is cool in many a-way. But the best part happened yesterday when I checked my e-mail. Happiness ensues when U of M decids to e-mail me and tell me that my paycheck has been posted.

Three cheers for pay day!

I looked favorably on my .pdf e-check and glamored in a fantasy of what I could buy now with my new-found, hard-earned cash money! In my mind I treated myself to ice cream and cupcakes from the local shops around Ann Arbor I love. Then I kicked that dream out the proverbial back-door of my mind and stashed it in my savings account for next month's rent.

Frugal is as frugal does.