I am banned from buying shoes…
It’s a self ban, really, before you get up in arms against Glenn or something silly like that. Since I started working at DSW about five weeks ago, I have acquired no less than eight pairs of shoes. To be fair, one pair was from Bakers (totally different store, I know right?) and another was a pair I got yesterday to wear in Kristi’s Wedding. She told us silver shoes, so I had to buy them (honestly, I did not want these shoes, if you can believe it) What I did want were the Via Spigas I bought, followed by BCBG Wedges and Unisa heels for the fall, followed by Naughty Monkeys and Not Rated, and then the beautiful Givenchy’s I found while shopping for the bridesmaid shoes…
This is a lot. Even I know that it is over-indulgence. The worst part is, I am unemployed except for part time work at DSW, babysitting, and my odd jobs. Glenn works about fourteen hours a day during the week when he has Arista and Ikea. I loaf around making pages and posts on wordpress. 
This isn’t right, and to make it worse he
A) Does not spend money on himself and
B) Tells me that it’s fine for me to buy shoes!
When I told him I was banning myself he barely looked up from his video game and said “Why would you do that? You’re allowed to buy shoes” AUGH! If he would tell me not to I might actually stop, but with his consent to buy shoes? AUGH!
Anyway, I met with my ‘wedding planner’ yesterday. Stephanie is the receptionist at Arista (where Glenn works and I used to, so we both know her) She is just starting and would like to help us so that we can in turn help recommend her to others and get a business going. She is very knowledgeable and helpful, and I can tell that it isn’t a ‘job’ to her (starting with the fact that she does not want compensation from us) She is truly excited about helping us plan our wedding! I was so excited yesterday when I was going over the basics with her, and poor Glenn got all anxious about money. It was after that I bought the shoes and felt terrible (and still kind of do) and so I decided when I got home:
No more.
I shall buy shoes no more forever! (except wedding shoes…*grin*)
I am really going to work hard to save my money for our wedding. I’m going to open a savings account that is just for that purpose; no withdrawls at all, and dump every check I get from teaching, and other misc. ones into it.
PS: Check out the photos of my shoes in the shoe gallery page…;)
Getting over myself…
When school ended and everyone was already working on resumes and getting letters of recommendation and all that, I shrugged my shoulders and said flatly, “I don’t wanna teach anymore.”
To a few of my horrified friends I explained that no amount of flattery or encouragement will get me to change my mind; I was soured by my second student teaching placement, I am in desperate need of a break, and I seriously doubt my abilities as an educator…so leave me alone until I personally feel better. Because until then, as the four year old’s defense goes, “You can’t make me.”
So far I haven’t even gotten a full time summer job. I mean, I babysit, I work at DSW, I still sew for people on occassion, I list stuff on ebay, I’m not JOBLESS per sey, but I’m sitting here at 11am on a weekday doing nothing when I could be making money. Three of my sisters have been hired for full time, contracted teaching positions. Last night my friend Vic told me he got hired in the district I went through as a kid. He started looking for jobs FOR me and then convinced me to get on PAREAP which is how teachers find jobs in PA and how jobs find teachers.
I finally filled out the agonizingly long application and clicked “I’m interested” in one or two jobs. I have no idea what will come of all this; I’ll probably still be subbing in the fall…but at least I’m on there and sort of looking now. I also am thinking seriously about playing my clarinet again. I haven’t touched it since my ill-fated jury that ruined my gpa for the semester.
So, I guess I’m finally getting over it and moving on, musically and job-wise.
Then again…maybe not.
So much for me being so gung-ho. I talked to the actual store manager and she felt really bad that the other lady was kind of gr about it. She said I can always try to switch, talk to her, or just call out if I need to. Since I got that stuff figured out, I will stay; but, if it ever comes to battles between the job and babysitting again, I am choosing babysitting, even if it means quitting this other job.
