There are two months of the year where work is usually scarce for me – January and June. I always know it’s coming and prepare for it as best I can, but near the end of the month, with rent and bills due, I panic.
I know that there will be more work (and soon), but still. I panic.
I worry that I’m going to drain my bank account on the first of July, never work again, lose my apartment and have to consolidate into a shopping cart.
I worry about not being able to pay my bills and trying to live without electricity.
Or even worse, the internet.
I start looking around for stuff I can sell, even though I don’t own anything of any value.
So today I’m in panic mode. I have to pay rent, cell phone, electricity bill, gym, car insurance and union dues all this week.
Yes, I know I’m over-reacting, but I can’t stop myself.
It’s like this every single fucking year.
You’d think I’d learn.