The ongoing saga of my finances just keeps taking shots. First off, I was doing quite well with this second job of mine, but that dried up recently due to page rank bombings over a lot of blogs and when others sites no longer gain traffic or affiliate sales, things dry up for the employees and the overhead is cut. (me) So I’m back to just trying to do my best at work and hope that the second income issue is solved by amazon associates, but that is discouraging to say the very least.

What does being broke entail?

No buffalo wing lunches, and pb & j brown bags again. I thought that when I grew up and got a job I would be able to afford better food than the sack lunches that I grew tired of when I was in elementary school.

I didn’t even eat lunch when going to High School, because I got tired of all the varieties of sandwiches that you can make at home. Now that I’m older I’m still using the lunch in a sack thing.

One of the great things about my previous jobs is the fact that people would bring me food. For instance, at the video store there was a customer that owned a deli and he would make me and whoever was working with me food. The food was top notch and made work nicer.

At my corporate jobs, there were a lot of corporate lunches served. When any major executive would join our fold we would have a paid luncheon. Every month, every other saturday and whenever the numbers were good our manager would buy us Pizza, it wasn’t great pizza but it was free.

While at the Art Institute of California, while I was earning my useless bachelor’s degree, twice a month the school would give us pizza and soda as well as catered lunches which I took full advantage of, sometimes there would be so much pizza I would get a full pizza to myself.

While at Natedsanders.com, the owner was very generous and would let us eat anything in the cupboards and would occassionally buy some food from a local eatery, or pizza, or even have bbq’s at the house! All while on the clock! It was a job I really wanted to go to everyday. They let me go after I failed to organize some books, and I didn’t help matters by saying I wouldn’t do it ever again.

While at California Casket Company, my boss would hook me up with all the latest and greatest Jewish dishes that he would get from the local markets when the holidays were approaching. He would also pay for my lunch when we would have to travel and deliver caskets far away. I really think the owner liked me, and I would have been a funeral director had I not been fired wrongfully in my view.

So that wraps up my impromptu list of food at work.

I miss those times. I miss my family. It’s raining here in Seattle.

Further Reading

• Cheap Food
• On Dream Jobs
• Still Cold
• I Miss Santa Monica
• Water Damaged Books
• Los Mejores Cinco
• Veganomicon by Isa Chandra Moskowitz,Terry Hope Romero Review

Netflix Fund

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