'Broke' in the City.

There is nothing fun about New York, when you don't have the money to explore and have fun.



When we use to visit the city during spring break/summer vacation/ or around my birthday, it was an exhilarating place with endless amount of possibilities. My mom and I use to say if we hadn't moved from this place we would go to the city everyday and hit up art shows, galleries and trendy shops.



However visiting new york (with money already saved to spend) and living in New York are two different things. I am learning this quickly.



Even though i get paid every week, I feel like i am blowing through my small paycheck very quickly. On nothing stupid or frivolous of course. Living with my aunt is a full time job in and of itself. As the fun aunt, living with her is like rooming with someone my age except without all the fun. At 22 being bad with money, forgetting to buy food and toilet paper, or even getting the cable turned off because you forgot to pay the bill can be forgivable. At her age however, it is a stressful reminder of my situation.



I spend most of my paycheck stocking up on food, because if I didn't do that there would literally be nothing in the house. She is use to eating out everyday, and because I am pretty frugal I refuse to spend money eating at every corner shop in the city. It can add up people. When I am not spending money on food, I entertain myself with books/magazines/(and recently because of the no TV thing) DVD's. For 40 bucks i got the first season of 30 Rock, which is proving to be pretty funny.



I am planning a trip home soon but not in that 'I've made a decision to move back' way. I need some TLC from my mom, which is going to cost me a a hefty 400 bucks. It's worth it though I am now counting every cent as if it may be my last. Hopefully my week long vacation will be approved my my manager. I have looked at other new employees time off request and mine seems reasonable enough to grant.

While I am home, I will rent a car (because i do have a license to drive now) and visit Debbie Downer and Mike. I can also run into some old professors too.



As my mom said on the phone the other day "this may have been the wrong time to ask them to reduce your hours". And she has a point. But I still stand by my decision, though my wallet will suffer more than it already is.



Today I picked up a bunch of books at the library. I am updating my resume, and trying to understand this whole cover letter business. I am desperate to get my career started, and prove that my 4 years of college was worth something. Plus I don't really think I am doing them right because I have heard nothing from the people I have sent my C.V/Resume to. Not a good sign.

I want to be a professional. When they walk into the bookstore i feel a tinge of jealousy towards them. You can tell they are professionals because of their nice clothes and bags. And though i don't really wish to possess banana republic clothes or coach bags, having a nice office that i never use could be fun. And the fact that I can't even land an entry level position irks me. Irks me to the bone. I hate been broke, especially here when everyone flaunts their money.