Every now and again I like to share stories here on the blog. I’ve told ya’ll about how I got fired from my first job, my most embarrassing moment, and my biggest “I told you so”. There definitely are a lot more stories under my belt, but one thing about blogging and being so public is that people I know do read this, people can piece things together, and occasionally you have to just keep it a little bit classy and not spill out every last detail… at least until wounds have had some time to heal. That said, this latest story involves only me and my friends, and is an example of how being “cheap” can sometimes get you into trouble.
When I was a child, I distinctively remember all the adults around me telling me just to enjoy being… a child.
Life came at me hard and fast – one second I was living at home with the curfew; the next, I’m in an office 5 days a week, exhausted most of the time and doing all this serious stuff like planning for a mortgage and registering to vote. I tweeted the other day that I was already tired of the “adulting” life, and I’ve only been living this life for a few short years. I definitely wasn’t prepared for what was to come…