Readers, it has been a while, but I am back with another installment of this seemingly hilarious tale of financial woes.
Entering student life, as most of you will know, pretty much leads to minus numbers in your bank account - but it's manageable. However I have reached new levels this term as a result of my phantom loan and an overdraft the size of Mary Byrne's chest. Today I got some more good news (not). I received a lovely email from the college stating that they were reducing the amount of money I receive through a scholarship programme. This is essentially because they refuse to acknowledge that the economy has shifted this past year and therefore won't change any of their criteria. How moronic.
I swear someone smacked me with the unlucky stick sometime in early September and I am still reeling from it now.
Saying that, a little luck has started to trickle through as last week I announced to the world that..... (drum roll please)..... I was employed! Yes, I have secured an income; I am no longer a scavenger living of money that isn't mine - I can now call my mother up, with my head held high, and say, 'mum, I am a working woman, please can I borrow a tenner'.
I was pretty ecstatic when I got the news. I mean, it's only a job behind the bar at the S.U, and I have to deal with drunk, imbecilic loons till 3 in the morning who request ludicrous amounts of sambuca shots and then proceed to spill them all over the bar in their comatosed state (but then stare at you with that look that says 'that was my fault but I am going to try and pin it on you').
However beggars can't be choosers and I most certainly was a beggar. I still am a beggar for now...but luck - and money - are incoming, so I feel things may turn around for me after all.
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