AUTHOR: J
DATE: 3:48:00 AM
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As I sit here, at almost 4 in the morning, Im struck with one of the things that sucks about being unemployed... not enough money. Not so much the lack of money to keep up with my bills... cause Ive been pretty good about that. Just the overall lack of money for just about anything else.
Ive been working on a couple original computer-generated pictures for my niece and nephew... a somewhat personal gift for them, as I decided to do that per a lack of money to get them anything fancy. I was gonna straight draw the before mentioned pictures... another personal touch to the process, but I couldnt seem to get my groove down to draw them. I then resorted to the next obvious option for me... to do them on my computer. It takes a small piece of the personal thing away, in my opinion, cause Im not actually drawing them now... but its still something original, so I settled for this option.
I also decided to print them out in small sections on my own printer... and piece them together, considering Kinkos would charge me almost $30 each to print two 18x24 pictures. Its based on an $8 charge per square foot... and 18x24 is three square feet of full color enjoyment. A new printer, by the way, as my old one died a month ago... and considering my need to print resumes on a weekly basis... I opted to take some money out of savings and grab a new printer.
About an hour ago... I finished printing the sections for my nephews picture... and as I grabbed the last section from the tray, I noticed a little red flashing light. My fucking printer is running out of ink! Most likely from the odd number of resumes Ive printed out since getting the printer, of course... but why now? I havent even begun printing my nieces picture sections yet... and now, if I wanna finish this, I have to spend money I dont really have to get another set of print cartridges.
I thought about just taking her picture to Kinkos and having them do it... as $24 for one 18x24 picture is less than what Id spend on printer cartridges. Problem is, I'll need the printer cartridges sometime anyway... when my next need to print out a resume comes around. Fuckety-fuck-fuck... look at Frosty g... oh... sorry, lost my train of thought.
Man... why do you dead presidents have to be such a pain in my ass? Or at least the company I formerly worked for could have had some faith... and some fucking balls wouldnt hurt?! Stupid money... stupid, stupid money.
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