So far this summer, I’ve made $904.48 from my camp counselor job. I’ve got four weeks of work left, so that means, if I keep up my current hours and pay, I’ll end up with 1808.96, which is… less than I need for Spain. But I’ve got savings and almost a whole year until I leave. Augh. I hate money. And being an adult. Everything is so complicated.
On the bright side, after spending an entire week alone in my house (my mom and brother were in London for Wimbledon), I’ve discovered I’m actually pretty good at living on my own. I went to work, came home, watered the garden and fed the dog, made myself dinner, and chilled. I never left dishes in the sink, I vacuumed and Swiffered, and I did the laundry. I thought I would go kind of crazy, being on my own all the time, but it was comforting. Quiet. And I could blast George Watsky music without anyone complaining.
I’m pretty wiped, though. Between the Colorado wildfire and the record-setting dry spell here, I feel like I’ve been living in Hell.
They’re not paying you very much!!