In May, 2016 I thought I'd find out what I was capable of. I moved to New York City just over a year later. I worked for a well-known theatre company in a terrible, unpaid capacity, took five part time jobs and decided to move to Denver after a year, when I was basically out of money but thought I'd found someone who liked me.
I was wrong about that. In May 2020 I'll be single and living on my own again, with no savings. I feel like I'm basically starting over again and I don't want to make the same mistakes again. Ever.
No more people. Most people are not worth the investment.
I'm getting a second job which will, hopefully, keep me busy enough that I don't notice I won't have a life. Current financial projections suggest I'll be just far enough ahead to allow for one minor emergency a year but not enough to leave the state.
I subtracted the 6 vacation days and 5 sick days I took this past year from my pay and discovered I was exactly 8 unpaid days short of [my hourly wage]*[my weekly hour cap]*52 weeks in the year. Those are the holidays, the days we're closed that I can't make up even if I want to because it's not like I can just put an extra 9 hours on the previous or next week, due to the hour cap. Hence the second job.
So what am I capable of? Screwing up my own life, all on my own, apparently.
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