lets be honest, if i was good with money i probably wouldn’t be here. does it mean i don’t learn my lessons? no i have learned how to manage my money but the problem is i have dug myself into a 6 year hole and my ankles are broken and my pockets are hemorrhaging. its sad but its the truth.
to start from the beginning i was 21 years old and got a nice factory job. within the first 3 months of working there i received 3 pay bumps and had a vast amount of things to learn and do. life was good and i couldn’t wait to get to work and start earning that cushy pay check, all that money made life seem so easy… I’m sure you see where we are going with this.
it was simple at first trying to impress my new girlfriend with trinkets and toys big and small. since then i have seen how useless most of it was. it all was either thrown away or collects dust in my current basement, but i was making decent money and i didn’t care. I bought a decent car not knowing that a 14% APR was terrible and the place i bought it from was a scam, again i was young didn’t think anything of it. then got my self a nice apartment to have my alone space and spent my days playing video games to pass the time, being with my girlfriend and our 5 animals we have since acquired, and working.
fast forward to the beginning of 2018 i just went through my second lung collapse between now and February of 2017, i am living with my girlfriend in a bigger apartment, and i am an angry shell of a human working the same monotonous position i have been for the past 5 years making the same pay, focusing my mind on other knowledge and a way out of this hell hole of a job and my lingering debt. i was unofficially leading a group of people and have had close to 40 people i have trained and watch move past me or quit, through the years i would acquire more responsibility but no more pay, i had learned everything that was needed to do the job well for the company and more, but it wasn’t enough. the company was growing bigger and didn’t care about me, i was a number making numbers and they wanted more numbers. the company had a 30% retention rate and i was working 12 hour days 6 days a week and still falling deeper into multiple holes physically, mentally and emotionally. I just wanted something new and have developed a debt i didn’t know how to fix, somewhere in the $15,000 range trying to push my money from one bank or credit card too another realizing that it is just snowballing into something bigger and something i cannot control.
it was about the end of may. the long grueling summer hours made the world creep by slowly and any sign of an end to this hell was far from my grasp. i had been working tirelessly and found out that i finally can have a two day weekend, it was a dream come true. i came into work, just another day no knowing what was was about to happen. i was told by my boss that we were being forced to work that Saturday and like that my dreams of an extra day of relaxation was shattered. it may not seem like a lot while I’m writing this but that anger that was building in me over the years and had about enough, i snapped. long story shot i was walked out that day and never returned. (just to reassure you it wasn’t violent i just screamed a lot and scared that hell out of a couple people.) that drive home was probably the most scared/relieved i had ever felt in my entire life. the only thoughts going through my head were I’m finally done with that hell hole, how am i going to pay my bills, and what if my lung collapses again. my girlfriend was surprisingly supportive and not upset at all.
round about the end of June we were getting kicked out of our apartment and having 5 animals gave us little room to find a good place in a timely manner but we found a small one bedroom apartment that allowed some animals (we may have stretched the truth a little to get it) and at $800/ month this was going to hurt a bit. i was bouncing around from one job to another finding that same company BS i just dealt with and was looking for something better, something more gratifying, something worth my effort as a human. then finally i found it, a job that i can work hard be recognized and rewarded for it. a job that has a seemingly endless amount of knowledge to learn and good people to work with. BUT its a part time job and I’m getting payed about half of what i was at that factory, now i just need another job to go with it.
and that’s where i am writing this story from now, I’ve learned a bit through this collection of experiences. i am currently interviewing for positions in other places ready to do nothing but work to get me out of this hole. I’m about 20k in debt, my car just was repossessed, and we cant make rent on time. so weather you decide to throw a few bucks at me because you enjoyed my little story or pass on me because of the vast amount of other people a bit more deserving of help than me, i plan on getting out of this hole with your help or not.