January 30, 2009

Which is worse

I hopped in the shower last night to find it sprinkled with a light dusting of pubic hair courteousy of my husband, who had, you know, done some trimming down there.I told him to  clean it. He refused, stating he would be starting a pube bathtub for us to swim in. To his credit, he cleaned out the tub later.

Moments later, Mark reached into the freezer with a mean strawberry ice cream hankering. The universe turned on him. I had put an empty tub of strawberry icecream in the freezer. My logic was that the creamy strawberry goodness could be gleaned from the corners and walls of the container. You know, with a razor blade.

Question: which is more annoying?

January 24, 2009

How ghetto am I, on a scale of 1 to 10?

My husband Mark found a bottle of wine on the street. Yellow Tail. Shiraz. It had fallen out of someone’s car, apparently, and was nestled in the snow. It is now Friday night and I am drinking it. How ghetto am I, on a scale of 1 to 10?

January 24, 2009

Sex addicts in the neighborhood

To entertain ourselves the other day, Mark and I did a search for sex criminals in our neighborhood. Well there are plenty of those. And they all look absolutely creepy. Just looking at each picture I thought, “Well, you would be a sex criminal, wouldn’t you?”

I’m sure you stumbled upon this post because the word sex was in the title. I can’t help but notice that my only blogs that get searched are ones with pervy words like “nude” or evan “stewardess.” Yes, stewardess. My last post mentioned a stewardess. The two BIG hits it got were for that search. I ran an image search on Google for “stewardess,” and all I got were a bunch of slutty stewardesses, and a link to a story about a French sexy stewardess who gave the pilot a real show. Which I watched and felt all pervy afterwards.

January 22, 2009

Smile-off ends in job

I had an interview for an office job through a temp agency the other day. I spoke with an administrator, who’d be my boss, and after that, a spunky  gal who works as a surgeon’s secretary. I’d be doing her job when she took a day off or a vacation. She works for the chief of the residency program. There are portraits of past chiefs hanging on the walls outside the office. She told me was a stewardess before she became a secretary. She had a certain aura of fabulous-ness about her. The air of someone who, though not in charge technically, ran the show. Someone who might help you navigate this new bureaucracy, so long as you refilled the coffee pot. She leaned forward and whispered that the chief was a really nice guy, but a lot of the other doctors are, you know. She scrunched her face all up. “Well, let’s just say they have egos.” She smiled at me. I smiled. She smiled. I smiled. She smiled. I smiled. She said I seemed calm. But I wasn’t. I needed this job and I wanted her to like me. Did you know that most boss’s will hire based on their assistant’s opinion? I’d read that in a survey somewhere. I smiled. She smiled. She said the job would be a cake walk for me. And I got the job. I thought I liked her!

No more Link card for me. Darn!

January 19, 2009

Taking advantage of being a broke ass. Or, things to do when you’re down and out

There are actually perks to being down and out. Here are a few:

1. Reduced rates- We applied for a scholarship at our neighborhood YMCA. Because we look down and out at present, we will likely get a greatly reduced or free 6 month membership.

2. Free food. When we meet tomorrow with the Department of Human Services, they’ll let us know if we’re entitled to government cheese. Mark doesn’t share my enthusiasm on this one.

3. We have renter’s insurance that offers rent relief of $500 in cases of unexpected unemployment. I’m going to see if we qualify for that today, since the job I lost was seasonal, but the loss was unexpected. I felt dumped.

4. Being broke is romantic. Maybe that’s why the poor procreate with such a vengeance.

5. Free things to do. Yesterday, Mark took me to the Lincoln Park Zoo. Because we are taxed up the wazoo in Chicago, there are quite a few free things to do.

6. Signing up and canceling free trials. Right now, we’ve got two free weeks on NetFlix. Just have to remember to cancel! It’s going to be hard to pull myself away from the Columbo seasons. I love Peter Falk now and forever!

7. Hitting up the library. I am smarter because I have less to distract me. I’m on my fifth book in two weeks: Steppenwolf  by Hesse. I suppose there are downfalls. I read a horrible book containing the best true crime writing of 2002, for some reason. That gave me nightmares about mutilated cheerleaders.

8. Walking more. I walk my errands to save gas and transportation money. Mark and I walk together. The other week we saw a police chase. One guy in a beat up Nova (how cool is he) outrunning about 12 police cars. Now that’s entertainment.

9. Creativity. I feel more creative when I have things to worry about than when I am sedate and fat and happy.

10. Hustle. I am in the hustle and the desperation forces me to explore all of my career options. This might open an unexpected door. We are even looking into opportunities in China, if our job searches drag on and on and on. Who knows what the future holds, but it’s kind of exciting.

January 16, 2009

Throw a Link Card into my budget. I’m not Recession Proof

I took a look at our finances today. Yes, it’s quite dire. My newlywed boo Mark and I should be able to squeeze by for the rest of this month…barely. We have only $450 in our shared banking account. When I add in the checks that I’ll receive from my freelance copy writing gig, my last grocery story paycheck and some Christmas money, our grand total to last through February will be: A whopping $1425! It’s panic time, all right. Minus rent, which is due on the 1st, that’s $600 bones.

If you want to consider our total worth, which I don’t,  but will for the record, we’re in the red by $80,000, almost completely for school loans. Mostly his. Why oh why did he go to a private college? To become a history teacher? Really. I think paying off that figure in the future in these terms: PAHAAAAAAAA!

More from the present: I have a potential temp job offers at a Chicago university (that I applied for two weeks ago), and Mark has yet another interview on Tuesday, for a temp job at a bank. This follows his interviews for a sales job and an after school program. But even if any of those go through quickly–and no one seems to be in a hurry but us– we’ll have a few of those white-knuckle in-between weeks we spend waiting for checks.

So I looked into Link cards. In Illinois, the Link card assists needy people with food purchases. It works like a debit card. While I don’t consider us needy, it turns out that our government does. By a lot.

I’ve paid huge dividends into these social programs my entire working life.  I’m in a financial bind, and it’s time to get my money back!

We may have college degrees, but our luck securing jobs in the last month has amounted to a hill of beans. It's time to ask for help from the government in the form of a Link Card

We may have college degrees, but our luck securing jobs in the last month has amounted to a hill of beans. It's time to ask for help from the government in the form of a Link Card. For the record, that's not my grimy thumb.

I sent Mark to the Department of Human Services office to pick up an application and make an appointment for Monday. I don’t feel embarrassed at all. I’m jubilant. I’ve never asked my government for anything, nor have I received much, save for a Pell grant or two in college that amounted to a hill of beans in the scheme of things. I’ve dutifully paid and paid and paid. I look forward to getting some of it back. With a vengeance.

January 14, 2009

Four-ingredient budget recipe: Salsa Mac. Do. It. Now.

This recipe is delicious for a winter day. Very few ingredients make a TON of food. Healthy? Not terribly. Serve with a side veggie to ease your conscience. Oh is this good. Really really good. This is also from Mark’s ma’s cookbook. She gave me a bunch of recipes all organized in a binder for Christmas. Best gift of the year. Here it is:

Salsa Mac and Cheese

  • 1 pound ground beef
  • 1 16 oz. jar of salsa
  • 1 7 oz. package of uncooked elbow macaroni
  • 12 oz. Velveeta cheese

Brown the meat in a large skillet (Mark’s ma uses a dutch oven). Stir in salsa and two cups of water-you may need to use a little more water. Bring to a boil. Stir in macaroni and reduce heat to medium-low and simmer 8 minutes or until macaroni is tender. Cut in the cheese and stir until melted.

January 13, 2009

Nude job search and…btw, we have gone completely soft.

I’m considering taking my clothes off for cash at this point. At an art class. I called an art center in my neighborhood to see if they needed models. What inspired this was a colleague of mine at the grocery store, who was a nude model careerist before taking up the grocery biz. She made it sound pretty good. Or it could be one of the worst gigs ever.

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My friend Christina made a good point last night. We worked out to blow off some stress in her building’s basement. Afterwards, we were talking about the economy. She lamented, “No one does anything real anymore. It’s all PR! Marketing!” Christina, an underpaid product desiner, noted   she just wants to manufacture something. Make something. Do menial labor, something tactile. Half of her company’s work force was just laid off. She designs on a computer but she’d rather be working with her hands. What scares me is how right she is and about soft our country is becoming. We’re a country of services but no material.  Of fat asses doing soft work. Not a pretty sight nor combination.

January 12, 2009

5-ingredient budget recipe!

My jobless hubs Mark and my freelance budget self are trying to stick to a cash-only, recession food budget. I want to share a budget recipe his mom passed along.  I say it’s budget because it has only 5 (!) ingredients!

I gave the dish a new name, below. Our economy might be going to hell, but America will always have a good Casserole. Take my job, my car and my cable subscription. But don’t dare lay a finger on my buttery, steaming layered dish!

Can’t Take My Chicken a la Dairy Lane Away

  • 8 Boneless chicken breasts
  • 8 slices Swiss cheese
  • 1 can of cream of chicken soup
  • 1 small bag of Pepperidge Farm stuffing mix
  • 1 stick of butter

In a casserole dish, layer chicken, top with cheese. Pour soup over, top with stuffing; drizzle with butter. Back at 350F for 1 hour. Serves 6 to 8.

*Note, this also called for 1 cup of cooking sherry, but I took that out to make it more economical, see? You can go ahead and add it back in fancy pants. Also, I halved the recipe and threw some scraps from my refrigerator over the cheese, some carrot and onion slices. Also, I tried to go easy on the butter. This is difficult as I’m married to a butter fiend who last night ate butter and powdered sugar mashed together out of dessert dish.

January 11, 2009

Light at the end of the job search tunnel (?)