Saving Money Sucks...(And I think I need my brain checked 0_o)

Y'all, I can't keep money.

 It seems like as soon as I get paid, my check is gone. And when I say "gone", I'm not saying $30.00 left "gone". I'm talking bank account in the negatives "gone". Don't judge me.

I'm sitting here hitching rides to work, calling for food, sending "IOU" texts... strugg life!! All because I just HAD to buy that THING.(It's always "that thing" =/ ) It's almost like I'm jobless again. And that ain't gonna cut it.

You know something's wrong when you're looking around your room and you can't pick out one good investment you've made with your money. Like... what the hell, Minah?!

As I sit and type this, I can't help but reflect about my job. I loathe working... I always feel like I'm working hard with long hours and nothing to show for it. But to be real with myself (which I hate), I know I'd have more motivation if I saw myself getting closer to my financial goals (which I should make).

I'M LOSING.
But I'm gonna work on it. Lawd, control my debit card.

Now about my brain...

Seriously, I think I need someone to check this thang...
I forget the simplest things at work and things that people with common sense would do, I dont! I knew stuff was real, but today changed my whole world. Well, not really, but...

I was working front desk today at the office and part of being a chiropractic assistant, you have to make sure that patients that have missed appointments, get called and rescheduled. Blah blah blah. Everything was everything until I had a patient answer the phone and I kid y'all not, instead of me saying the usual "Hi, ________. How are you? It's Aaminah from Euclid Chiropractic Centre...."

I SAID,

" 314 262 ..."

AND BEGAN TO RECITE MY PHONE NUMBER!!!!!

........ -________________-

I couldn't even bounce back from that. I literally wanted to hang up, and not only quit my job, but life as I know it (or not). That was about the sickest mess I've ever pulled and I still can't begin to explain why of all the things I blurted out, my phone number was it.

Anywho, I gotta Google why this mess is my life... or stop eating pork.

 Google it is.