Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination.  ~Oscar Wilde

One of the perks of my new job is that once a year, I get a bonus which is a percentage of my annual salary (assuming we meet our revenue projections.)  This is the first time I’ve ever had a job where that was the case.  Our fiscal year ended in June, and I have been waiting with anticipation to determine whether or not we reached our revenue targets, and more importantly, when we would be getting our bonuses.

Last Tuesday, the bonuses were delivered. And lo, there was much rejoicing.

Over the last year, finances have been pretty tight for me.  My expenses increased pretty significantly when insurance rates went up (both health and auto/renters), rent went up, groceries and gas went up, and I got hit with a not-insignificant tax hit because of a foolish purchase I had made back in the middle of 2010.  My piano, while greatly loved, was not purchased the right way—by saving up until I could afford it.  So, to put it mildly, I haven’t been doing much in the way of shopping lately.  I have managed to sneak in a couple of trips to Kohl’s for clothing, but that’s about it.  Most of my paycheck these days go toward payin’ the bills.

That’s one of the reasons why I was so excited about this bonus.  I had several things that I had needed (and wanted) to purchase, but couldn’t afford to do so without putting them on credit.  Which I don’t do anymore.  So, when my bonus check came last Tuesday, I was itching with anticipation about getting back into the shopping mindset for a while.  Since then, I have learned something that is both simultaneously exciting and upsetting: I have grown to hate shopping.

But I’m getting ahead of myself.  I started on Tuesday, when I purchased a new cell phone.  (Discussed in the previous post.)  My old one was falling apart.  I purchased my new phone on Tuesday during my lunch break.  And I love it. A lot. 

That kept me engaged for Tuesday.  Wednesday, I refocused my efforts on the amazingness that is Amazon.com.  I love Amazon.  I have multiple wishlists that I use to track all the things I would buy if I had the money.  I always go there first to check for pretty much anything that isn’t food.  I have a Prime membership, so I get free two-day shipping.  And I can even get same-day delivery on most of my purchases, because I live in an area where Amazon Fresh, their grocery delivery service, is available. 

Amazon’s purchases were pretty fun.  I got new ink for my large-format photo printer, and 17X22” paper, to print up some large prints of my photos to frame and hang up.  I figure for the cost of the ink, paper, and generic frames, I can get about 10 times more artwork than if I had to pay to have it printed up elsewhere.  I got a soil moisture detector ($5!) so I could make sure I don’t overwater my plants.  I bought bluetooth receivers for both my home stereo and my car, so I could listen to music through my phone without having to deal with plugging in the headphone jack over and over again.  (That’s how I screwed up my last phone).  I bought some amazing Drinking Chocolate and refills for Luke the Dog’s™ Everlasting Treat Ball.  I bought a second battery for my camera, and another pair of waterproof headphones as a backup for swimming.  Oh, and I got a 32gig MicroSD Card for my phone so I could put more music and videos on it.  That was done on Wednesday, through Amazon.  The ink for the printer was, by far, the most expensive of my purchases, so I had done pretty well.

Thursday, I actually paid all of my bills ahead one month.  You know…just to see what that felt like.

Friday, I did some more shopping on Amazon, but didn’t buy anything, because I wanted to leave stuff on my wish list for people to buy me for Christmas.

And then came the weekend:

The best purchase of this bonus season is this awesome sideboard that I purchased for my dining room.

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It’s oak, 78” long, and has the most beautiful wood grain.  Since my existing furnishings are contemporary, this should fit right in, and now I can finally get all of my cooking stuff out of the pantry so I can use it for, you know, food.  I can also finally get my microwave off that ugly printer stand in my dining room.  Best part of this buy?  It was on clearance, so I got it for $500.  Actual big boy, solid wood furniture that doesn’t come in a flat-pack box or need to be assembled with an Allen wrench, and it only cost me $500!  (It was originally $1,100.)

So, I was pretty excited about finding this buy, but by now, I was getting awfully tired of consumerism.  It used to be that I found the hunt for the right thing to be exhilarating.  But even though I had managed to find this really cool thing for a great deal after going to five different furniture stores, I didn’t get that rush I normally get.  I was starting to get an inkling that, perhaps, my year without shopping had changed me fundamentally.

As if to drive that point home, I went to the mall.  I don’t go to the mall very often, but once upon a time (a year ago) I loved going to the mall and shopping for clothes.  If I ever needed confirmation that I was a changed man, this did it.  Just setting foot inside the mall send me off the cranky old man deep end.  Everything drove me crazy.  The music in all the stores was terrible and too loud.  None of the clothes fit my new, Reubenesque frame, every single sales person wanted my email to sign me up for a loyalty program. And, behold, my wrath was kindled mightily against a new foe.  A foe that embodies the full evil of American retail. My anger, which had been smoldering gently, burst into wildfire flames, fanned by the noxious aroma permeating the air surrounding the softcore porn shop, Abercrombie and Fitch.

I mean, really.  There’s a picture in the entrance of a naked man, the lights are low, there are dark shutters across all the windows, and there’s a reek of cheap (yet still expensive) perfume, as though the store was trying to cover up the scent of human feces, mildew, and desperation.  If I were walking by that and I didn’t know Abercrombie and Fitch sold clothing (something I’d never assume, since none of the people in the photos visible from the front of the store are ever wearing a stitch of clothing), I’d assume that it was a gay bathhouse.

I actually went inside A&F this time.  Ludicrously overpriced merchandise, which I could barely see because it was so dark, awful caterwauling coming from the sound system, and that horrible, horrible odor that the pump into the store.  I get wanting your store to smell nice, but A&F is like the 14 year-old using his dad’s aftershave for the first time to go to the big dance.  Just a quick dab behind the ears A&F.  You don’t need to bathe in it.  And more importantly, I don’t want to have to taste it if I happen to walk within a 200 foot radius of the front door of your store.  I was eating an Auntie Anne’s preztel, and I couldn’t taste it over the Eau du Rotted Flesh and Rosewater fog from your porno-shack.

(And don’t even get me started of A&F Kids.  Why are they using naked 15 year old boys to sell clothing to 8 year olds?)

I spent three hours in the mall, and I realized that shopping—especially clothes shopping—is a young person’s game.  I only have two days a week to relax and do what I want to do.  That time is valuable to me.  More valuable than going through racks of 70% clearance items in Chartreuse and Burn Orange just to find the one button-up shirt that doesn’t cost $87 and have the smell of Abercrombie and Fitch so deeply permeated that the only way you could get rid of it would be to burn the damn thing.

And, quite frankly, I just don’t care about looking good the way I used to.  I mean, if I did, I would pull my ironing board out more than once every six months.  I wouldn’t eat McDonald’s twice a week, and gorge on Jello Popcorn.  (Mmmmm.  Jello Popcorn.)  I wouldn’t cut what’s left of my hair by myself.  But I just don’t care anymore.  Also, men’s clothing is SO BORING.  It all looks the same.  It didn’t matter which store I went into.  You could have taken the clothes from Urban Outfitter, and stuck them in American Eagle, or the clothes from The Buckle and put them in Aeropostale.

And the net result of this whole shopping jag?  I got a button-up shirt, a hooded sweater, and two t-shirts.  And a hat. I couldn’t find the jeans in the size I wanted.  I couldn’t find decent underwear. And apparently, the color scheme this year is the mid 1990s-era red, green, and blue plaid…rather like the couch that my aunt and uncle gave me for my college apartment.  Sorry, but I’m just not going down that road again.

So, lessons learned:

  • Shopping isn’t very much fun anymore. So you shouldn’t feel too bad about not doing it
  • If you have to shop, use Amazon.
  • Abercrombie & Fitch is the Hellmouth, and their perfumed air is the signal of the forthcoming apocalypse.
  • I am officially too old and too fat to look good in any clothes that could possibly be considered hip, cool, or stylish.
  • I am officially too cheap to spend the kind of money that cool, hip, or stylish people would to wear the kinds of clothes they wear
  • It’s way more fun to shop for furniture than for clothing
  • Nobody, and I mean NOBODY, looks good in a changing room mirror
  • I really like the color purple.

Now, if I can just keep these lessons learned in the front of my mind, I won’t feel so tempted to go out shopping again at Christmas time.

 

One of my favorite songs is a song written by the inestimable Alan Menken, and with Lyrics by Stephen Schwartz that originally appeared in the movie “Life with Mikey.”

Where did summer go?
How’d I miss the change of seasons?
All at once the wind blows rough.
It’s cold enough to snow.
In the street below
People laugh, they got no reason
Don’t they know
It’s cold enough to snow.

And while this song is actually about how miserable the singer is that his or her love has gone away that it simply feels cold enough to snow, the lyrics above fairly accurately depict how I feel about the current state of the weather.  If I liked to exaggerate and be melodramatic.  Which I do.

I woke up a week ago, went outside, and said out loud to Luke the Dog™, “It feels like Halloween.”  Just the day before it had been in the upper 70s and sunny.  The next morning, it just all felt different.  Like, I suppose Halloween.  I don’t know if it was the quality of the light, the fact that it dropped 25 degrees, it was cloudy again, or that yesterday when I had awakened at this time, it was light, and today it was still dark outside.  But it’s like summer ended in one fell swoop and it was instantly fall.

Now, I normally like autumn (although, as I’ve mentioned, I do rather loathe Halloween), but for the last two years, the summers up here in Seattle have been just this side of miserable.  The first two summers I spent up here were beautiful, dry, and LONG.  The last two years, they didn’t start until late July and were over by early September.  What used to be a 5 month-long summer has, for the last two years been a 2 month-long summer.  I’m just not ready to go back into another 10 months of cloudiness and incessant drizzle.  I hope we get another little blast of Indian summer coming up here soon.

Despite all that, I’m starting to get into the autumnal mood:  rather like preparing to hibernate.  I’m starting to get into a “projecty” mood, focusing on things like writing a book, recording audiobooks, working on websites, working on that album project I started, like, five years ago.  You know, the kind of thing you’d be stupid to spend your time indoors doing during the summer.  I’ve also been “putting up” the last few remnants of my garden in preparation for closing it down for the winter.  I made a huge batch of tomato sauce last night, and I’ll probably make another batch or two in the next week or so.  I also cut the corn off the cobs and froze it.  I’ve got to do something with all of the Anaheim, Poblano, and Jalapeno peppers that I got this year.  I’m thinking about making a green chile sauce that I can use on Green Chile Cheeseburgers and with slow-roasted pork and beef for tacos.

I’m also going to purchase a half-cord of firewood tomorrow.  I have a wood-burning fireplace in my apartment, and dangit, I’m going to use it.  Last year I spent $5 for those little plastic-wrapped bundles of firewood from the grocery story.  That, and those stupid engineered fire logs.  That is not going to happen again this year.  So, if any of my Seattle-area friends want to come over for some hot chocolate, a fire, and a good movie (Lord of the Rings is particularly enjoyable with a roaring fire in the grate), or perhaps a bit of S’mores making, then casa de Matt y Luke the Dog™ will be the place to be.

In other news, I am about to buy a new cell phone.  If you know me, this shouldn’t seem like such a big deal.  I buy a new cell phone about every 10 months.  But this time, It’s a HUGE deal.  This is the first time since I owned a cell phone when I was actually eligible for an upgrade without paying the early termination fee.  I have owned this phone for two years and over three months.  It’s astonishing.  But it’s time.  My phone’s headphone jack doesn’t work, so I can’t use it to listen to audiobooks/podcasts/music.  It doesn’t get good reception, so I can’t use it to make phone calls. It’s slower than Michelle Bachman trying to speak coherently, so I can’t use it to run apps. It can’t connect to my wi-fi, so I can’t use it to surf the net.  So, really, I have a portable alarm clock.  So, I’m finally getting a new phone.  And I’ve waited so long, I’m actually giddy about it.  And more than a little proud of myself.  I actually exercised a bit of self-restraint when it came to the purchase of technology.  Also, can we just say how far we have come in cell phones.  Below is my cell phone history:

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There was one other one in there, but I couldn’t find a picture of it.  *Sigh*. 

Alas, the new phone will be hawt.  To wit:

 

For the tech nerds:

  • 1.2 gHz dual-core processor
  • 1 G Ram
  • 32 Gigs Storage (16 built in + 16 in MicroSD card)
  • 8MP Camera on the back (can to up to 1080p video)
  • 2MP front-facing camera for video calls
  • Android 2.3.4
  • 4G

It’s been very hard for me to not go out and buy a phone for so long, so I’ve decided that since I’ve done such a good job, I’m going to make a little celebration of it.  I’m going into work late tomorrow, because I’m going to go to the store and buy my phone as soon as it opens.  ‘Cuz that’s how I roll.

And also, ‘cuz I wanna.

So, yes, perhaps summer is over.  But the coming of fall does happen to coincide with Bonus season!

 

We’re having a potluck tomorrow at work.  I’m generally not a fan of potlucks.  First of all, let’s be honest.  Most of the food at potlucks isn’t that good.  Especially when you’re having a potluck where there’s no stove or oven, and you can’t heat up your food.  I’m taking my famous (to me anyway) no-knead bread.  It’s in the oven right now.  And, considering it’s 35 degrees outside and I still haven’t turned on my heat, it’s also warming my apartment at the moment.

(On an unrelated note, last year for Christmas, I got an electric blanket made out of a fleece material.  This may be the best present I’ve ever received.  And it wasn’t even on my Amazon Wish List.  It’s awesome to throw that on the top of my bed and preheat the bed before I go to sleep, and keep it icy cold in my room, but be toasty and warm under my heated throw.  I sleep so much better during the winter when it’s cold.)

Anyway, being a food snob and an attention hog, Potlucks, to me, are simply another avenue to show off your culinary prowess.  Unfortunately, I don’t think everyone feels that way.  I remember one year, for a major’s meeting in college, I baked this epic chocolate cake with candied orange rind and marbled chocolate shards across the top, and covered in a chocolate ganache icing.  It was amazing.  And everyone else brought store-bought cookies and bags of chips.  I know I should be more accepting, but come ON, people.  At least put a LITTLE effort into it. 

And since I’m such a judgmental bastard, that’s why I don’t like potlucks.

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Here are a couple more photos from my most recent photo walk.  I’m putting them here just because I can, and as mentioned above, I’m an attention hog.

Ugh.  Too Many Nuts.

I know there are a lot of people who don’t like squirrels.  Consider them little more than tree rats.  First of all, I think rats can be adorable.  Secondly, to those people I just have to ask this one question:  You eat babies and murder unicorns don’t you?  How can you not love squirrels.  Yeah, I know.  They get into bird feeders.  But they’re so cute!  Especially when they’re big and fat and lazy just soaking up the last rays of sun before winter.  I mean, look at the little paws and white belly!

Back in Michigan where I grew up, we didn’t have grey squirrels like this.  We only had black squirrels.  I think the grey ones are much cuter, I have to say.  Especially with their red/brown faces.  These squirrels don’t have the big bushy tails that the squirrels back in Michigan had either.  If I were a squirrelologist, I’m sure I could go into some in-depth discussion of the differences of squirrel anatomy, but that’s taking it a bit to far even for me.

Long Walk Off a Short Pier

This may well be one of my favorite photos that I’ve ever taken.  I can’t really say why I like it so much, but I really do.  I’m actually considering having this one blown up and framed to hang somewhere in my apartment.  What do you think?  Is hanging your own photos on the wall the height of pretention?  And should I care?  Especially when I almost never have anybody in my house?  I mean, really, who’s going to judge me?  Me?  And who am I talking to anyway?

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I sat down with my old friend, Excel, and did some calculating today, about how long it will take me to pay off all of my debts except my student loans.  It wasn’t heartening.  If I could up my monthly debt payments by $200 or so, and did the whole “pay off your debts with the smallest, highest interest debts getting paid off first” thing, then I would be able to be out of debt (except for student loans) in August of 2013.  Of course, that is assume that nothing ever goes disastrously wrong, or I don’t have a major lapse in self-control.  On one hand, 2.5 years isn’t so bad.  On the other than, 2.5 years feels like an eternity.  And that doesn’t even begin to take into account the student loans, which I don’t believe will be fully paid off until 2038 at the rate I’m going.

But, so far, so good.  Just keep swimming.  Just keep swimming.  Eventually I will dig myself out of this hole of my own making.

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Luke the dog is having a nightmare in the other room, and I think he’s being tortured in a Turkish Prison or something.  It’s the most pathetic sound I’ve ever heard.  But if I go over there and try to wake him up, he’ll growl at me.  So, I’m just going to turn up the audiobook of Harry Potter and continue making bread.

 

So, a quick follow-up to yesterday’s post about the awesomeness that is decorating for Christmas in November:  I still think Thanksgiving decorations are largely horrendous, but there’s something not quite right about decorating for Christmas when it’s sunny at 70 degrees outside, as it was today.  My apartment is actually hot today.

Of course, that may have something to do with the fact that I basically didn’t leave said apartment all day long.  I woke up feeling not-so-hot.  Scratchy throat, headache, runny nose…you know, the general "cruds."  I decided to work from home today because, well, I can do that.  (Have I mentioned how much better my new job is? )  I answered emails and troubleshooted (troubleshot?) problems, did a training for several of the stations we work with, and took it easy. 

I’m feeling a little better, especially after that epic late-afternoon nap, but I’ve got the stir-crazies right now.  I think I understand now why Luke is always so happy to see me when I get home.  At this rate, if someone I liked came over, I might spin in frantic circles and tinkle on the rug too.  (Now I have guilt about leaving Luke alone in the apartment all day long.)  (And a very gross mental image of me peeing on the carpet when company comes to visit.)  Moving on…

In going along with my early Christmas theme this year, I am also starting my Christmas shopping early.  And thanks to the joys of Amazon Prime, I will done with my Christmas shopping about fifteen minutes after my brother calls me and tells me what his family wants for Christmas. 

But, the real reason I am posting this is because I’m embarking on a little project.  There is a family in my apartment complex.  It’s a young single mother with three children aged 8, 4, and 3.  The kids are very sweet, but my heart goes out to the oldest one, especially.  There are kids who you can just tell from looking at them who have a special spirit, and this little eight-year-old girl is one of them.  She’s always alone, always very quiet, and very calm.  Luke, who is usually indifferent toward kids, really loves this little girl.  I have also heard that, at school, she is teased mercilessly, always eats her lunch alone in the principle’s office, and doesn’t really have any friends. 

Several days ago, I was out walking Luke around the complex, and she came over to pet Luke.  I asked her how school was going, and what she was going to be for Halloween.  She said that she was going to be a witch, and then she started to get choked up a little bit.  I asked her what was wrong and she said that her costume was the same one as the costume she had last year, and it was too small, but they couldn’t afford to get another costume, and she really wanted to go as a cowgirl. 

I feel bad for this family.  There are four people living in an apartment even smaller than mine.  The three kids don’t have any other children their own age to play with.  They’re struggling to make ends meet.  And nothing breaks my heart faster than a little kid being mistreated by his or her schoolmates because of money.

So, this year, I’ve decided that I’m going to anonymously "sponsor" this little family in my apartment complex.  I’m going to get them all the food for a big Thanksgiving meal, and then I’m going to be giving them a chunk of money to help pay for presents, and will also be doing a 12 Days of Christmas thing with them as well.  I’m even going to be going to have the apartment complex staff and some of my neighbors delivering the stuff so they don’t know where it comes from.  It’s going to be a BLAST!  And I want to make sure that these kids have a Christmas that they won’t forget.

I’m going to be doing everything I can afford without getting myself into deeper financial trouble, however, I don’t have a lot of extra money lying around right now, so I would like to ask for a little bit of help from my friends out there in the Internets.  Even $5 or $10 dollars would be a huge help.  I promise that ALL of the money donated will go directly to the family.

If you would like to help me help this little family out this holiday season, I would be really, really grateful.  There are a few ways that you can help out if you’d like.

    • If you see me in person, you can pass along any assistance (money, toys, gift certificates) to me directly.
    • You can mail me checks or money orders to Christmas Project, Open Book Audio, PO BOX 3304, Redmond, WA 98073.  (If you have my personal mailing address, you can use that too…I just don’t want to put my personal mailing address on the internet in plain view)
    • You can donate via PayPal.  Just send the donations to matt (at) openbookaudio dot com.  In the memo area, just put "Christmas Project" so I can earmark the fundage appropriate.
    • If your bank does bank to bank transfers, contact me directly, and I’ll set you up with the routing and account numbers necessary to transfer some $$$ over directly.
    • If you’re in the area, and are able to come deliver anything to the family, that would be awesome, too.  Especially on the days when I’m going to be out of town for the holidays.

So, if you’re having a hard time getting into the spirit, try helping me out with this little project.  These are really good people, and the kids are sweet.  I want to help them out.  Thanks in advance for anything you can do to help.

 

So, I’ll be honest.  The current state of my wardrobe is a little, well, sad.  Once upon a time I went shopping for clothes all the time and loved to get really expensive high-end stuff.  But then several things happened.  I got fat, I had to start paying $1300 a month in rent, and I stopped caring about my physical appearance so much because I stopped putting myself onstage and started working in technology companies where it’s completely okay to wear pajama bottoms and go around barefoot.  If you can wear a pair of jeans and a button-up shirt and still be the most nicely dressed person in the room…well, what’s the point of going out of your way?

Anyway, I recently had to swap my studio and my bedroom between rooms in my apartment due to the fact that I couldn’t get Lillias, my piano, into the room that had been serving as my studio.  In the process of moving my clothes from one closet to the other, I had a realization.  I still had clothing that I had owned and wore all the time from HIGH SCHOOL.  16 YEARS AGO!

So, I went through my closet and pulled out all of the clothes that I don’t wear, that don’t fit me, or that were more than 10 years old and took them to goodwill.  It was time. 

Then, Kohl’s (motto: We love to rape you in the wallet!) had their big semi-annual men’s wardobe sale that started today.  Plus I had 20% off my entire purchase.  Plus there were "doorbuster" sales all day long today.  Plus I needed new clothing–especially now that winter (aka September-May) is here. 

So I went clothes shopping, and I loaded UP.  I got 15 shirts, a nice fleece jacket, and three pairs of pants. (I had gotten jeans last month on sale).  Nearly everything was at LEAST 50% off (their fake, made-up prices).  Plus the 20% off that I got on the whole order.  I ended up getting out of there for $275.  Not bad for me.  I have spent more than that on hookers a single suit jacket.  AND, I got $50 is Kohl’s cash back,  So, I’ll be back next week for more.  (I’ll probably use that for the boring stuff like underwear and t-shirts.)

So now, I’m set for winter.  I just have to get all my sweaters dry-cleaned, and I’ll be in really good shape for when the weather gets cold…tomorrow.

Speaking of cold weather, I want to show you what I found inside Kohl’s today, September 15th.

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Seriously?  SERIOUSLY?  Christmas decorations?  On Sale?  In September?  Summer isn’t even officially over yet, and you’ve got your Christmas decorations up?  I mean, don’t get me wrong.  I love Christmas more than the av-er-age bear.  November 1st is Christmas Decoration Day in the Matt Armstrong house.  But this is a little ridiculous, even for me.  At LEAST wait until summer is over.

(And to answer the question I know you’re asking, yes.  I totally did go meander through the aisles to see if there was anything I wanted to buy.  I didn’t get anything, but there are some cool new Christmas Village figurines out this year that I’ll probably add to my collection…I’m just going to wait until I can use the Kohl’s cash I racked up on my shopping spree.)

I will say this, though.  This shopping trip was quite theraputic.  I got lots of good stuff,

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On a mostly unrelated note, I have decided to embark upon a little photography project.  My friend Jamelah does this project where she takes and posts a photo every single day of the year.  Most of the time, they are self-portraits, and some of them are stunning

I’ve written much about my own body image issues and my dislike of my own physical appearance on this blog in the past.  My feelings have only increased since a) I’ve gained a lot of weight and b) my new next door neighbors are both extremely buff and have a penchant for walking around half-naked all the time.  (Don’t worry…if I looked like that, I would walk around half-naked all the time too…although I’m not saying which half.)  (And now I need to take a shower, because now I feel dirty.)

Well, I’ve decided to take on a little self-portrait photography project.  I’m not going to commit to a picture a day or anything insane like that, but I would like to at least do one self-portrait photo a week between now and the end of the week.  My hope is that, in doing so, I’ll get a better idea of what I look like through an external lens instead of through my own eyes.  Plus it’ll be a fun challenge.  I imagine I’ll be copying other people a lot, but it’ll be fun to play with light, color, and my own personal interpretation of myself.  We’ll see how long my dedication to this little experiment lasts, but it should be interesting while it does…

Here’s photo #1!

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So, tomorrow (well, officially, today) my hot new girlfriend will be moving in with me.  I’m going to play her like a piano. 

(Side note:  I never WAS very good at talking dirty.  Can you tell?)

Also, a short correction from yesterday’s post.  Technically, Lillias is not the FIRST piano I’ve bought.  I bought a Yamaha Clavinova digital piano when I was in college, which I owned for six months and then traded in for a keyboard and a guitar.  (This was during my “I want to gig as a musician” phase which ended tragically when I musically vomited all over a Borders Bookstore in Provo, Utah and finally realized that the life of a gigging musician was so NOT for me.  The keyboard and guitar were later repossessed when I declared bankruptcy.

Anyway, while I’m extremely excited about my new roomie, my excitement has been more than a little tempered by my disappointment in myself concerning the whole monetary aspect of my piano.  I just spent $11,000 paying off credit cards, and I turn around less than two months later and buy a piano.  I still haven’t paid off my last credit card. 

What disappoints me the most, however, is that I emptied (and I mean emptied) out my bank account in order to make a decent down payment.  I bought the piano on Saturday, and then, on Sunday night, my windshield wipers stopped working on my car.  Normally, that wouldn’t be a HUGE issue, but let’s not forget where I live.  Sunday night, I was freaking out.  I have $8.23 left in my savings account right now.  And my next payday is not for another week and a half.  I’ve got plenty of food, I’m set for gas, I have paid all my bills for August, so I don’t NEED to spend any money between now and the next payday, but again, for the first time, I’m freaked out about the fact that I have nothing in my account.

Fortunately, the problems was just a bad fuse, which was extremely inexpensive to replace.  But if anything goes wrong in the next 9 days, I’m ska-rewed.

As I was laying awake early Monday morning, mentally flogging myself for being so stupid, I had a some realizations.

First: This is a major, major problem that needs to be resolved.

Second: My spending has gone far beyond just a simple lack of self-control

Third: My skills at justification are legendary.  But, as they say, justification is like masturbation.  You’re only screwing yourself.

Fourth: What I REALLY need is a spouse who will manage the household finances and give me an allowance.

Fifth: Since that’s not going to happen, I’m pretty much on my own.

Sixth: I’ve been on my own for 14 years, and I still haven’t managed to learn how to control my spending.

Sevenths: Spending is my drug

Eighth:  The time is far passed that I seek some professional help to get a hold of my spending.  So, I’m shopping around for a good counselor who has some experience with addiction.  I think it’s obvious that I’m trying to fill some void in my life with stuff.  I need to figure out ways to fill those voids in some other way, and I’m plumb out of ideas.  Maybe while I’m at it, I can also learn to let go of the overwhelming amount of guilt that I feel simply by being alive.  Jeez.  You’d think I was Catholic or something.  Of course, I can’t help but consider the irony of having to spend $300-$400 extra a month to see a counselor for a spending addiction.

In any case, in terms of paying for the piano, I will be able to make my monthly payments EASILY and still have a lot of extra money left over for paying off credit cards.  In fact, if I just stopped eating fast food, I could more than pay my monthly bill and have this piano paid off early.  And it would be good for me.  So, that’s my compromise with myself.  I can keep the piano, but I have to limit the fast food to no more than twice a month.  If I forget my lunch, I either drive home and get it or go without.  If I don’t feel like cooking, I’ll eat cereal.  No more excuses.  (And since we can all see how good I am at self-control

No, this time around, it’s more about my frustration over the lack of self-control that I seem to possess.  And my complete inability to deny myself anything I actually want. And my concern that I seem to be 100% incapable of saving because if I see money, I spend money.  If anyone knows of any good addiction counselors in the Bellevue/Redmond area, please let me know.  (Privately would be fine.)

Coming soon, Lillias and I make sweet, sweet music together.

 
  • Merrick Bank Credit Card…PAID IN FULL
  • Dell Financial Services Credit Card…PAID IN FULL
  • Kohl's Credit Card…PAID IN FULL
  • Chase / Best Buy Credit Card…PAID IN FULL
  • Capital One Platinum Card…PENDING

That's right.  In one fell swoop (or rather four fell swoops.  Or is that fells swoop?) I have cut my credit card debt load down from about $16,000 to less than $5,000 and have decreased the number of cards with a balance by 80%.  I have one card left to go, then I will be credit card debt free.  This weekend, I will call up and cancel the Dell account so I can't get myself into trouble on that front again, and the rest of the cards I can't use because I don't have the actual cards. 

I wish I could say that it feels good, but I have to be honest:  It doesn't.  For about a week, I had well over $12,000 in my bank account…something I've never experienced before.  It was nice having that kind of money in my account, of feeling what it as like being able to go to a store and buy something I wanted or needed without having to worry about if I have enough money to afford it.  I could have paid cash for a few major purchases that I've been wanting for years and years and years.  (A piano, some expensive recording gear, the down payment for my Xterra…)

Having declared bankruptcy, and then having built up all this debt again, it's been hard for me to get a grasp on how sick I am when it comes to the way I look at money.  Even today, as I was waiting for the funds from that $11K check to clear in order to pay off my credit cards, I spent my lunch break surfing around Sweetwater.com, and had decided to buy about $2,800 worth of professional recording equipment because I had convinced myself that I needed it for recording audiobooks…despite the fact that I haven't sold a single copy of any of my audiobooks to anyone other than family.  (Note: I didn't actually buy the equipment, but it was a close call…)

Tonight, as I was paying off these bills, I was actually rather depressed.  Not because I had gotten myself to this point, but because I didn't want to be using this money to pay off the debts.  I really wanted to be spending it.  The problem with paying off debt is that it's not exciting.  There's no satisfaction or the thrill I get spending money and buying new things.  I know it's shallow and materialistic of me, but I really like buying new things.  I LOVE spending money.  It makes me feel powerful and important…feelings that I rarely feel in everyday life.

I think that I also get extremely discouraged because I look at the $11K I just threw toward credit card companies.  I know what it took to get me there.  I know how hard it was to save up even that much…and how utterly I failed at being frugal during that time.  I know how much CRAP I bought, and how much money I've thrown away.  And then I look at the remaining $85,000 of debt I've got to deal with, and it just seems like an impossible mountain to climb.  Sure, it's for a reasonably priced car and for an education–at least half of which has been beneficial in drastically increasing my earning potential–but it's still debt.  If it took me 3 years to save up the money for these cards, and I had to drain my retirement account in order to pay off them off, how much longer will I be paying off the rest of my debts?

I need to take my minor victory here, and try to be glad that I'm nearly out of credit card debt.  I just hope to heaven that I can manage to keep this up.  I can't afford to slip back into this trap of debt again. 

So, anyway, I've paid off four of my five credit cards!  Yay for me!

 

This is another chapter of the continuing saga of my debt, bankruptcy, getting into debt, and trying (this time without bankruptcy) to get out of debt entirely.  I’m far too lazy to go look up all the other entries and link them here so if you’re interested, you can do your own darn work.  Ya whippersnapper!

I started my last job in September of 2007.  It was the first time in my life where I worked for a company that actually provided me with a 401k, let alone a 401k match.  I would contribute 5% of each paycheck, and they would contribute 4%.  It was cool.  (Less cool: when they cut the 401k match to 2%…but that wasn’t entirely the company’s fault.)  Plus, the money was locked away and I couldn’t do anything with it, so that was good too.

Well, when I left that job a month ago (!) and started my new job, I had a decision to make.  As I saw it, I had one of two options.  I could

  • Keep the money where it was and hope that something good happened to it,
  • Roll the money over into an IRA where I could have a little more control, or
  • Withdraw the money, pay the penalties and taxes, and then use what I had saved to pay off credit cards.

I thought a lot about it, asked my parents, did the math, and eventually decided that the best use of that money was option #3–I was going to empty out the 401k, then pay off my credit cards.  My credit cards have interest rates between 23% and 30%, while my 401k/IRA would only be likely to average 12% a year.  Plus, I’m currently paying about $500 a month in credit card bills that, once these are paid off, I will be able to funnel into my retirement.  So, I figured that, overall, this would be a much better move.

Let’s talk about those credit cards, shall we?

Merrick Bank

Merrick Bank focuses on finding people who are in the thralls of bankruptcy hearings, and then offers them credit cards under the guise of helping them rebuild their credit.  They start with miniscule limits of $500 and 29.9% interest rates, gradually increasing the credit limit as you prove you can handle the payments.  The also try to upsell you on everything under the sun.  You can’t log into your account without being assaulted by another offer to get credit protection or insurance or some such thing.  This account is still open, but I no longer have the card.  I cut it up. 

Credit Limit: $1850.  Utilized Limit: $1387

Chase / Best Buy

This card was originally a Circuit City card which I used to buy my television back in the fall of 2007.  I used the card because I got a minor discount, plus a 24-month same as cash payment plan.  When Circuit City closed, Chase EVER so kindly just switched my card from Circuit City to Best Buy.  We all know me and electronics, though.  I’ve actually paid this card off in full THREE times in the last three years.  I finally got so tired of paying the card off over and over again, so I cut this card up as well.  The account is still open, but since I have no card, it’s a little tricky to use.

Credit Limit: $1,500.  Utilized Limit: $1154

Kohl’s

I actually just got this card back in February, and I only got it so I could get all the deals.  I pay this card off in full every month.  I’ve never paid any interest on this card, and I have no intention of doing so.  (It also helps that a) the card has a very small limit and b) that there’s nothing at Kohl’s all that expensive.)

Credit Limit: $400.  Utilized Limit: $68.

Dell

Ah, Dell.  I have no idea why they keep giving me credit…but they do.  I originally had a Dell account back before the bankruptcy.  Back then (making my $12,000 a year) I had a limit of $3,800.  Of course, the fact that Dell sells computers is a trouble spot for me, but where I really get into trouble is in their digital camera section.  All of my digital cameras from 2001 onward have come from Dell.  After the bankruptcy, I got the line of credit again because I had a studio computer that died and painful and ignominious death, and needed to be replaced quickly.  That wasn’t so bad.  Then I started buying camera gear, and quickly maxed out the line.  This line of credit doesn’t come with a card–all I need is my social security # and my mother’s maiden name, and I can make purchases.  So I will actually be closing this account out once it’s paid off. 

Credit Limit: $5,500.  Utilized Limit: $5,438.

Capital One

Capital One another company that had given me a credit card before the "Big B" and a few years afterwards, gave me a Platinum card.  (I guess the fact that three years after bankruptcy I had a credit score in the low-mid 700s looked pretty good to them.)  This is also the only actual credit card that I carry around in my wallet.  I originally got it for "emergencies" and, for the most part, that’s how I’ve used it.  It’s nearly maxed out as well, but that’s from dentist visits (5 cavities and a crown), glasses, new tires for the car, doctor’s visits, etc.  I’ve also nickeled and dimed myself a bit with this card…picking up a video game here or there, or maybe a pair of shoes.  But mostly big ticket expenses.  They keep upping my credit limit which is flattering in a way, but also dangerous.  My plan with this card, once paid off, is to ask them to lower the credit limit down to about $3000-$4000, and then keep it just for emergencies.  And discipline myself to use it ONLY for emergencies.

Credit Limit: $5550.  Utilized Limit: $5397.

 

It’s pretty obvious that I just don’t have control when it comes to my credit.  So, despite all the advice to the contrary, I will be closing out the credit accounts as I pay them off.  I’ll take a small hit to my credit score, but since I am not going to be buying either a car OR a house in the next long while, and I still have a Bankruptcy on my record for another year and a half, I’m sure I’ll be fine.  Plus, I’m still paying on my car payment and on my student loans, so it’s not like I’m going to be out of the credit score game any time soon.

So, a couple of days ago, I initiated the process of emptying out the 401k.  I will get charged 20% taxes on the contributions (which is actually less than I pay in taxes on my regular income) plus a 10% penalty for withdrawing the funds early.  In about two weeks, I should get a check for the remainder, which should help me pay off Best Buy, Dell, Merrick, and about a third of the Capital One.  Then, with those other monthly payments freed up, I should be able to get that paid off by the end of the year.  I am planning on keeping that account open for emergencies (and because it’s got the lowest interest rates of all of my accounts.)

So, assuming all goes well, I could finally be credit card debt free by the end of the year.  Now if I can just keep from talking myself into buying a new mattress (which I actually do kindof need) or a new car (which I don’t) or any new computers (other than the laptop I just bought myself for my birthday), I’ll be in good shape.

Oh yeah! And I actually paid off my first student loan last week!  (Only $67,000 more to go…)

I can’t even begin to tell you what kind of party I’m going to have on the day I finally pay off all of my debt.  It’s going to be AWESOME.  I’m taking all my (2) friends out dinner.  My treat.  I’ll just charge it.

(KIDDING!)

 

So, since the beginning of the year (minus one little "slip up" in January), I’ve been doing extremely well with my financial overhaul.  I’ve been able to save quite a bit of money in a short amount of time, I’ve cut down my expenses quite a bit, and I’ve even managed to pay off one of my credit cards.  This is good because, starting in May, my student loans from my (wasted) years studying musical theater at BYU and my (far more financially beneficial) years at Walden have now entered the repayment phase.

In 25 years, when I’m finally finished paying off said loans (assuming I haven’t died of a heart attack or old age or, I don’t know, having my face eaten by a rabid squirrel) I’m going to throw the MOTHER of all parties.  It’ll be such an awesome party that I’ll have to get a loan just to afford it!  Either that or I’ll just go out to a really nice dinner with a few friends.  Assuming I have any left by then.  At the rate I go through friends… Maybe I’ll just celebrate by cleaning the dead hookers out of my storage unit.

Anyway…money.  So, one of the things that I’ve done to put a halt to my spending is force myself to use the stuff that I already have.  I mean, let’s be honest…I’ve got a pretty sweet setup.  I have a recording studio that’s capable of doing some pretty amazing things.  I have a killer entertainment system.  I have a Netflix and Gamefly memberships.  I have a Kindle filled with unread books.  I have an awesome camera and killer lenses.  I don’t need any new equipment, and I SURE as heck don’t need any new hobbies.  It’s time to use what I’ve purchased.  And I’m actually enjoying the process.  I recorded a new song.  I’ve finished another audiobook.  I’ve taken tons of pictures.  I’ve been playing my video games, watching movies, and reading quite a bit.

It’s rather freeing to not follow all the new trends, or to be salivating over the latest and greatest technological toys.  I went to Fry’s Electronics on Saturday with Billy, and, for the third time in a row, I walked all over the store and didn’t buy anything.  I couldn’t find anything I really wanted.  Weird.

However, as a direct result of my desperate attempt not to spend money that I didn’t need to, I’ve also found myself extremely reticent not to spend money on things I do need to spend money on.  Like my horrifyingly boring wardrobe.  My clothing, while never the height of style, has gotten to a critical state.  I’m moved from well-dressed office worker to sloppy technology worker and appear to be well on my way to a front page feature on PeopleofWalmart.com

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Let’s do a little trip through time, shall we:

  • Elementary School – Tory Holdren told me that my U of M shirt and pegged, acid-wash Lee jeans were the most stylish thing she had ever seen me wear, and since it was the first (and only) time I had ever been complimented on my clothing, I ended up wearing it about three times a week until the kids at school noticed and started making fun of me.  Never wore it again.
  • Early Jr. High – Wore Skidz unironically.
  • Late Jr. High – Wore mustard yellow shorts, royal purple long-sleeved shirt, and brown & black penny loafers with white socks. Unironically
  • High School – Oversized flannel shirts for 4 years.  Only mild irony expressed. It was the "Garage Band Alternative" era, after all.
  • Mission – Two years of suits with short-sleeved shirts, pleated pants, and ties with backpacks and bike helmets.  It’s impossible to look stylish in that ensemble.
  • College – Wore cutoff sweatpants, track pants, and t-shirts for five years because, hey, it’s hard to do modern dance in slacks and a button-up shirt.  Recognized the irony, but since everyone else I spent time with wore the same thing, the irony was lost.  Not lost: Swass.
  • Post College – Tried to be ultra trendy and preppy.  Epic fail.  Tried to combine expensive pretty (Banana Republic) with Goodwill finds.  Ended up wearing a white suede blazer and ugly black and white stripped shirt that was too short and too big at the same time.  Not a good look.
  • Buff Period – Got really buff for about two years.  Bought a bunch of clothes that were WAY too small for me in order to show of my newly-acquired and short-lived muscles.  Felt a little more sexy.  Looked like I had forgotten what S, M, and L meant on my clothing tags.
  • Microsoft Period – A work environment where it is considered appropriate to wear tank tops and shorts, sandals with socks, to walk around the common areas without shoes, or to wear your biking lyrcra around the office during the day.  Gave up on trying to be stylish.  Also, got fat.  So, the too-small muscle clothing of the buff phase became embarrassingly small and, in some cases, physically painful to wear.

Of particular concern is my summer wardrobe.  Microsoft has chosen to keep its buildings to a balmy 60 degrees during the summer to help keep the billions of computer systems scattered through the campus from boiling.  So, it’s too cold at work to wear summer clothing.  Hell, half of my team wears snuggies.  (But at least they do it ironically).  Plus, I usually only do my clothes shopping around Christmas time when I just want to be in the mall walking around and soaking up the holiday spirit, which means that I’ve got sweaters and long-sleeved shirts galore, but nothing for nice, warm weather. 

So, it was with this in mind that I decided it was an absolute necessity to get some work-appropriate and play-appropriate summer clothing.  I mean, I am starting a new job.  Maybe they will have realized that 72 degrees is the recognized standard for room temperature.  That, and my short-sleeved shirts were starting to fall apart, and the polo shorts got that nasty curled-up collar that you can’t get straight even with an iron.  Most were so small that my gut was starting to peek out the bottom, which is SO not cute.  Plus, I desperately needed some new shoes for running, since I really want to be able to start buttoning my pants again and I flat-out refuse to go up ANOTHER size.

So I went shopping this weekend.  And like most things I do, when I go shopping, I go shopping all the way.  Behold:

 

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Let me take a moment to answer the question I know you’re asking.  Yes. I did, in fact, lay out all of my purchases and photograph them.  Using the things I have, remember?  Just be glad I didn’t do a "haul" video on YouTube.  I almost considered doing one.  It would have been totally dripping with irony.  But irony that requires that much effort isn’t really my thing.  Also not my thing…mannequins dressed up with layered shirts where both shirts have a collar?  Button up shirt over a polo shirt?  Is that a thing?  I hope not.  Because it looks even more stupid than popped collars on polo shirts, which look even more stupid now than they did in 1984…and they didn’t look particularly cool in 1984.  I’m just sayin’.

Anyway, I ended up with

  • Three Polo Shirts
  • Three Button-Up Shirts
  • One T-Shirt
  • One Pair Jeans
  • One Pair Brown Khaki/Jean pants
  • One Pair Black/White plaid shorts
  • Black & White Houndstooth Converse Hi-Tops
  • Brown canvas slip-ons
  • White Sneakers
  • Black Running Shoes
  • New White T-Shirts
  • New White Socks – I have a thing about socks.

I was able to get this all without having to put a penny on a credit card…which may not seem like a big deal, but it’s huge for me.  I actually ended up going to the bank before I started my spree at the mall, pulled out the cash I had budgeted for, and promised myself that I wouldn’t spend any more than that.  And I stuck to my guns.  (I even had $33 left over!)

Of course, now that I got all this nice summer clothing, it turned overcast, rainy, and cold.  Well, it turned cold.  It’s always overcast and rainy.  And, since I’ll still be at Microsoft for the next four days (!) I can’t wear any of this stuff until I leave.  Here’s to hoping the new office isn’t frigid…

So now, I have to clean out the old, ugly, no-longer-fitting clothes, bag them up, and take them to Goodwill.  And best of all, that means that when (not if…WHEN) I lose the 20 pounds I’ve gained by sitting on my fat A@# at Microsoft over the last three years and eating like a Bulemic who remembers the binge but forgets the purge, then I’ll have an excuse to pull out another wad of cash and go shopping again.

 

I have struggled to manage my personal finances for the last decade…and mighty has been the struggle thereof.  Education was not the problem.  I knew I shouldn't be charging up the credit cards.  I knew I should be saving and investing my money.  No, education wasn't the problem.  Self-control was the problem.  I knew what I should and shouldn't be doing, but I also knew that, really, I deserved the things I was buying.  Or, more accurately, I completely convinced myself that, not only did I deserve them, but I needed them.

As part of my continuing path toward developing better financial self control, I listen to podcasts about money issues.  In one recent episode, I heard an interview between two columnists from financial publications talking about the state of the financial system.  Over the last several months, the economy has begun to pick up again, after two and a half years of a very bad recession–the kind of recession that has the power to change people's financial behavior.  These two columnists, who were supposed to be in a point-counterpoint type of argument, were discussing what changes we could expect to see from the general public following this recession.  They both agreed that there really aren't going to be any lasting changes in behavior as a result of one of the worst financial meltdowns in American history.  The savings rate went up for a little while, but it was always one of the lowest in the world, and it's already started back down again.  Wall Street has already started recklessly throwing their money around again–doing risky things with it and pissing it away on massive salaries and bonuses.  People who call into the show are already starting to ask about whether it would be a good idea to take out a HELOC (Home Equity Line of Credit) to buy something they don't need.  Credit card spending was down, but it's starting to rise again.  And all of this despite a nationwide unemployment rate of well over 9%.

I've thought a lot about this financial crisis over the last few years.  I actually predicted the burst of the housing bubble in this post about four months before it happened.  It has been interesting to watch, both from the point of view of an MBA student learning about the financial system, but also as a person who has a good job, lives in a nice location largely unaffected by the recession, and who was entirely unscathed by the financial system.  I didn't have anything invested at the time of the market collapse, so really, I've benefitted quite a bit.  I was able to invest money when the market was at the bottom.  I bought low.  So, my perspective of the financial crisis is different from someone who was affected directly.  And I've been thinking a lot about the causes–not the economic causes, because those are fairly well understood.  Rather, I'm more interested in the social causes.  What made the culture buy the houses they couldn't afford?  What made the culture spend insane amounts of money in credit card debt that they couldn't repay?  What caused the Wall Street culture to gamble so flagrantly with other people's money?

Over the last 100 years, the nature of being a working man has changed significantly.  For much of history, a person's career path was determined by the career path of their parents.  So much so that family names were often determined by what a person's family did (e.g., Smith, Cooper).  And that was only for those fortunate enough to have a family career path.  Many had to resort to simply picking up whatever day labor they could or, in extreme cases, selling themselves on the street.  Many of the people who came to this country in the early stages of its development came as indentured servants or, far worse, slaves.

In an environment such as this, work had a very different meaning than it does today.  Much like those whose marriages are arranged and never have the opportunity to choose their spouses, many men and women in history never got the choice to be what they wanted to be.  Their path was established for them before they were born, and there was precious little opportunity to diverge from that path.  It is likely that, in most cases, the simple fact that choices for alternatives didn't exist actually helped people to enjoy their work–they knew that they would continue to do the work they knew, and they found ways to adapt.  Or, they simply lived in ignorance that something "better" was out there.  And in the case of the workman of the past, it's quite possible that ignorance really was bliss.

But something began to happen in the workforce around the time of the industrial revolution, and exploded after the conclusion of World War II.  The working economy changed, and education became so readily available that people began to see other alternatives than the life established by their parents.  People began to expand and move past the well-established family farms and businesses.  The rise of the office worker and the death of the agrarian and manufacturing economy in the United States helped to expedite the departure from ancestral employment.

Along with, or perhaps as a result of, the increase in employment flexibility and education over the last century, a great change has taken place in the way we talk about work with our children.  No longer do we assume that a child is born into a line of work or a station in life.  Instead, there is constant reassurance that "you can be anything you want to be."  That message is everywhere.  It's repeated like a mantra in children's programming.  It's preached from the pulpit of the public schools.  It's built into the fairy-tale endings of nearly every form of popular media.  It's even preached (far more insidiously) in the realm of higher education.  I can vividly recall my professors in college telling me, "It doesn't really matter what you study.  What's important is that you get a college degree."  The message of "you can be anything you want to be" has become thoroughly and completely ingrained into our societal subconscious.

There's only one problem with that.  It's not really true.

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Comic courtesy of Wondermark by David Malki

The consistent repetition of the mantra "You can be whatever you want to be" is, in many ways, a great disservice to the youth of the world.  What the Sesame Streets and Musical Theatre professors of the world never tell you is that, chances are, it doesn't matter how hard you work or how hard you study–you probably won't be able to be anything you want to be.  Most people go through lives doing work that they don't particularly enjoy or care about.  Precious few find the jobs that help them to feel as though they fulfilled their calling, or that they have achieved some greater status.  The majority of people won't be rich, they won't be wildly successful, they won't be the top of their field.  They will just be normal, regular people.  They work to live, not live to work.  Some people despise every second of their working lives and can't wait for the instant they can retire.  But the collective "they" never tell you that.  The heads of youth are filled with dreams of grandeur and great possibility, and, far more dangerously, an undeserved and unearned sense of entitlement.

I have witnessed the result of this shortcoming both in myself and in others over the last 16 years of my working life.  People walk into jobs with a sense of entitlement: they will get promoted quickly or will get large raises–not because they've earned the right, but because "I can be whatever I want to be."  I have had jobs in the past where I felt as though I was being treated like cattle heading toward the slaughter or, especially in the theater, a human set piece.  And it infuriated me.  I had gone to college.  I had studied my craft.  I had worked hard.  And I knew that I deserved better.  I had jobs where I started my first day feeling as though, because I had "put in my dues" and worked hard, that I deserved respect, despite the fact that I had never done anything to earn that respect.  Workers who don't come to work, do illegal things at work, or fail to perform even the basic functions of their jobs, then scream "foul" when they are called out.

Aside from an deserved sense of entitlement, we as a society fail to explain to our youth that the natural functions of life also block off opportunity.  Ugly Betty tells us that if we just put in our dues, we'll go from being a frumpy nobody to a glamorous, beautiful, and successful person.  The Biggest Loser tells us that if we can go to "The Ranch" and get screamed at by a couple of pretty trainers for four months, we'll lose 150 pounds and win $250,000.  Well, my physical appearance means that, no matter how hard I work, I'll never look like a "leading man."  My lack of coordination means that I will never make millions playing basketball for the NBA.  The gap in my front teeth means that I'll never be asked to be a model for a toothpaste commercial.  My eyesight means that I'll never be allowed to fly an experimental jet plane for the military.  No amount of hard work, study, practice, training, or stick-to-itiveness (thanks for the word, Principle Skinner) will undo these physical obstacles.

"They" also neglect to explain the consequence of choices.  I'm not talking about the good vs. bad choices taught in Sunday School.  I'm talking about the directional choices.  The choices, not of right and wrong, but of option.  Every choice you make opens up hundreds of new avenues.  But at the same time, it also closes off millions of other avenues.  My dogged insistence on studying musical theater and my decision to pursue it for several years, meant that for the rest of my life, my work history and resume has an anomaly that I have to either minimize, rationalize, or lie about in order to make it make disappear.  It meant that, in order to become credentialed to be taken seriously for the types of jobs I wanted to have after I retired from performing, I would have to spend two years and tens of thousands of dollars getting an advanced degree.  As a result, I will be paying for my five years of musical theater for the next twenty five.  And that limits a lot of my choices.

If the point of the educational system is to prepare the youth of today to become the adults of tomorrow, I think it's time we as a culture re-evaluate the messages we are sending our children.  While I think it's a good thing to inspire the young to experiment and try new things, that experimentation needs to be coupled with blunt honesty.  People need to be told that sometimes, they're just not good enough–that they've got the wrong aptitude for what they're trying to do.  It will either spur them to improve or redirect them into more suitable paths.  Instead, we've developed a wishy-washy educational culture where there are no winners or losers, and where everyone gets an award just for showing up and participating.  A culture where you're good enough just the way you are, or where you are so sheltered from the consequences of making mistakes, you never really get an opportunity to learn and grow from those mistakes. 

The reality of the world, particularly the working world, is that sometimes, even if you work hard, your efforts will go unnoticed or unappreciated.  Sometimes, you won't get what you think you deserve.  Sometimes, nobody needs or even wants your opinion.  And sometimes they do.  Rather than teaching our culture that hard work is the avenue by which you can accomplish great things and become exactly the person you want to become, maybe we should instead teach the culture that hard work is, in and of itself, the true goal.  That building a life of peace is more important that building another giant McMansion that will end up in foreclosure the next time the stock market crashes.  That sometimes, what you have (and nothing more) is exactly the right amount.

And most of all, that sometimes, no matter how hard you try, maybe all your wildest dreams won't come true.  And that's okay.