So I awoke this morning to this less than pleasant stomach pains and gurgles.
I know it was the Mr. Noodles. Apparently, my soon-to-be 30 year old body (although I continually tell myself it’s a trick and I’m really only 20) cannot handle that kind of food anymore.
Which leads me to ask, when the hell did I get old? Before you know it, I’ll be eating all-bran cereal and bitching about “them thar whippersnappers” with their inability to spell properly when texting.
That’s right, I’ll be that person.
This is probably the point where everyone reading this, who is older than me, will want to smack me for calling thirty old.
To which I say: “Bring it, geezers”.
Needless to say (although I’m saying it anyway), I will not be eating Mr. Noodles anymore this week. I’ll just have to find something else.
Also, I found out that my co-worker actually bought a new can of Melitta coffee, so it wasn’t the sale one. She wasn’t sure of the exact price so I guesstimated higher than it probably is ($12.99 for 1kg). Which means each cup is 18 cents (not 14) but I’m still okay for yesterday as I had a 12 cent buffer.
This correction, however, means that I was within 8 cents of my daily budget yesterday, and all I ate was very cheap (and kinda crappy) food. WTF?
How does anyone survive in this kind of poverty? What do they eat? Do they feel sick all the time? I just can’t fathom living this kind of life with no end in sight.
It must get depressing when you can’t see a way out and there’s no one to turn too.
Contrary to what people believe, once you’re in that situation and living in extreme poverty it’s not just a matter of getting a job, and getting out. It’s just not that easy.
For instance, you need an address in order to get a job but to get an address, you need a job so you can pay rent. You also need a job to pay for a phone so employers can reach you, but you can’t get a phone without a credit check, which might reveal that you don’t have a job or an address.
Then there’s the social stigma of living in extreme poverty. How many times are people turned away from jobs because they’re unshaven (maybe they can’t afford a razor) or their suit is wrinkled (maybe they’re living out of their car)…and how many people are judged for begging on the street (maybe that’s their only resort)?
Sorry for ranting so early in the day, but doing this challenge has really opened my eyes and got me thinking.
NOW ONTO BREAKFAST!
Do you like my subtle segways?
Today for breakfast, I had a cup of coffee at work, which I’ve now established is 18 cents a cup (eep!), plus 1 tsp of sugar. So my “meal” cost me 19 cents, leaving me with $1.31 for the day.
This is going to be a difficult week, budget-wise, now that I know coffee costs more.