My credit card bill is due today. I usually don’t like to carry a balance on it. I haven’t had an outstanding balance on a credit card in some time, actually. This makes me feel like a good and responsible person. I may be semi-unemployed, but I am not one of those indebted losers, okay? This allows me a shred of dignity because to not pay one’s debts is immoral (unless you’re a bank in need of a bailout in which case it’s fine). This is what Free Market Jesus tells me.
Today, though, I realized that my credit card balance is higher than the amount of money I have in my checking account. I have to start assertively making phone calls to temp agencies next week, I guess. “Please give me a job emptying the trash at Goldman Sachs or whatever.”
It’s a strange feeling to have categorical proof that you are worth less than nothing.