Did a good turn today. I was walking down the street when the guy ahead of me dropped a $20 note, so I returned it to him. The Universe must be offering me a chance to create good karma. I will take my return in cold hard cash thanks. The next money I find dropped is for me.
Archive for July, 2010
There was a car parked down at the bottom of the street this morning. As I went past a young chap had a primus stove on the front passenger seat and was cooking himself some instant noodles. He seemed quite cheerful and asked me if I had any change. Who'da thunk living in ya car could be so comfortable?
Owing to the fact I paid secondary income tax last year, I'm getting a refund of nz$498.50 this year. Eagerly waiting...and pondering the best thing to do with it.
I got to work earlier than usual today because I caught the early bus, and had to kill 15 minutes round town. The Art Gallery wasn't open yet, I hadn't brought my knitting, it was too cold to hang around outside, so there was nothing to do but inspect clothes for sale and drool at the smell of bacon and coffee coming from the cafes. I didn't spend anything, in fact I even found 10 cents, but it is quite clear town is a place designed to separate you from your money. So now I've got to figure out a way to make trips into town profitable. I could start by only going there on work days, so I don't have to pay extra busfare. Then... hmm, how about learning the flute, so I can busk? Could take a few years before I make any money at it. What's a good way to make money in town instead of spending it? Any ideas anyone?
So I'm standing in the Post Office waiting to buy stamps and idly perusing the headlines of the magazines, as you do, and this Cosmopolitan catches my eye:
The right way to squeeze a pimple
I'm blown away by the amount of knowledge it takes to be a Cosmopolitan girl. Also wondering what marketing genius thought putting that on the cover of a magazine would make people part with their hard earned dosh.
I've never liked seagulls since seeing that scary Hitchcock movie. A lot hang around this end of town, scavenging off the student leavings. When the scarfies are in town they live high, but now it is midterm break and the pickings are slim, so they are getting quite agressive. In the long summer vac it's as much as your life is worth to walk across campus eating a sandwich. Ain't they like people who spend it all when they're earning big money, then screech when the source of it goes.
today is my birthday and I found a gift outside the pet shop. A wallet containing over nz$200 plus some foreign cash. Nice if it had been mine, but of course I handed it in. I guess it was some tourist and I wouldn't want to spoil their holiday. Then I went and had pizza and a beer with a friend with a clean conscience.
There was a line crew working down the street today. One guy was up in a box trimming overhanging branches away from the lines. Three others leaned on shovels, apparantly waiting to bury him if he got electrocuted. No wonder my power bill is so high.
Readers Digest has sent me an opportunity to participate in their latest prize draw for nz$450,000. Nice. Now the question is do I spend .50 cents on a stamp or do not take the risk and buy carrots for tonight's soup? decisions decisions.