My air conditioner’s broken and it’s 39 degrees outside. Tomorrow it’s going to be 42. Luckily I have a lovely air-conditioner mechanic who’s going to pop by in the morning to give the pipes a squiz. In the meantime I get an instant sweat lodge which’ll give me a thorough New Year’s detox. Oh yay!
Even though the cavalry is on its way, I still feel panicky at the thought of having to sweat my way through the next 24 hours. It’s made me ponder the Tarot of First World Problems… Continue reading →
I finally watched the Wolf of Wall Street and it was just as morally repugnant as I expected it to be. I had resisted it’s siren song for that reason for years. Honestly, life is too short to expend it watching peeps behave in a disgusting manner. But I recently succumbed because I wanted to see Margot Robbie’s breakthrough performance. Margot is not only a luminescent screen goddess but a fair dinkum sheila from Australia, like me (the Australian, not the goddess part, lol).
This might not be news to the rest of you but I was shocked today to learn from a cashier that it’s very unusual for peeps to pay with cash anymore – even for a $5 coffee.
I’m a cash person. Each week I take a certain amount of money out of my account and try to live within that budget. It helps me manage my money and brings me a great deal of satisfaction in seeing exactly what rewards my efforts bring.
Phew! I just finished getting my tax stuff in order. (Note: That’s not the obsession I was talking about in my last post, I’ll get to that.) Am seeing my accountant tomorrow and possibly (definitely) left the paperwork until the last minute. Nobody enjoys doing their taxes. It’s a fact of life. And there’s at least one peep I know who never does them. Ever. Because it’s too hard. He’s one of those hoarder types who collects piles around his house and can never find anything when he needs it. Luckily the government owes him way more than he owes them. I’m not too bad when it comes to keeping track of my paperwork. I might even be a bit of a filing geek (*confession*). But it’s still a chore to do my taxes. That’s why I’m filing them under the Emperor card. He demands self-discipline and hard work. As my luck would have it a letter arrived in the post today telling me I’ve been randomly selected by the teaching body of my state to have my professional practice audited as well. Oh yay, more forms to fill out. Taxes and audits, I’m deep in Emperor territory right now.