I forgot about my paycheck today. Now this isn't really a big thing for most people, but payday was always a big deal for me, regardless of what kind of job I'm working. Well, it was.
Fixing things, working on conference calls with consultants and fending off I.T. sales people take up a majority of my mind which is always racing, but used to be focused on one thing... my paycheck. So what happened? I can only guess its because... its not my money. A car payment (which I've never had before), insurance, premium gasoline, a $2/day Mcdonald's habit, a $5/day Marlboro habit, and $100/weekend partying habit used to keep me anxiously awaiting my next paycheck
...and I liked it. I liked saving up my excess cash, one twenty at a time, and blowing it doing something outrageous, like Thousand Dollar Thursday - a ritual I would rotate through my groups of friends like some kind of spontaneous Christmas.
Nowadays I it just isn't as exciting anymore to get that paycheck at the end of the week. My friends call to go do something ridiculous and I don't see the point. I find myself reading more, but its the same book series over and over again, a trend I've had since childhood.
I know what it is though, its the damn wanderlust again, building up until I find some way to appease it with a 800mph at 30,000 feet. I'm traveling to a medical convention at the end of them month, which isn't much longer, but I wonder if I'll really be able to make it. I know its strange, but I miss the TSA like an emo band member misses veins.
