Tuesday, August 27, 2013
This has been a rollercoaster week. On the one hand, my paycheck Friday will be the largest I have ever received, and I should have a permanent job with benefits by the end of September. On the other hand, the car my husband's parents are letting us drive needed a lot of maintenance work which we could not afford. So they gave us the money to pay for it. I ran the numbers yesterday and we were good to scrape by until the end of the week.
This morning the mechanic called and said it was going to be $40 more than the estimate. That may not sound like much to you, but for us it was a make or break. So we had to call the parents back and ask for more money, plus hubby decided we needed to go to the food bank to make sure we had enough to get us through to the end of the week when I get paid.
I have always sent him to the food bank without me, on the months we need to go. He wanted me to go with him this time to see how it works. I was also frustrated because on Friday we will be fine. After Friday we will probably not need the food bank anymore. But today is Tuesday and we were almost out of bread. So I went to the food bank, in an extremely bad (don't touch me) mood.
The people at the food bank were so nice and we knew a few of the volunteers, which believe it or not was NOT embarrassing. I told everyone I was happy that it would be our last time visiting the food bank to "shop." On the way home we talked about how we can start giving back by volunteering at the food bank.
And for some reason I am in a better mood. There were a lot of people there who were disabled, or elderly and will probably always need the food bank to make ends meet. They are not too proud, so why should I be?