Miles to go. Or at least several yards.
Yesterday was a bit more bearable. I managed to make some people happy at work. By the evening the cold had moved onto my chest, which meant I officially started that sounding-worse-than-I-feel stage.
Probably the biggest pick-me-up though was completely materialistic. My tax refund came in and I got a sneak peak at this Friday’s check with my performance payout (read: percentile-type-company-wide-performance-driven bonus).
I had both paid off my escrow shortage and purchased the Phoenix tickets by “borrowing” against the tax refund. Something I wouldn’t have thought twice about if I hadn’t set such aggressive savings goals for myself these last few months. I certainly plan to work while in school, but I want to be as comfortable as possible and to have options.
Even though I knew the money was coming, the hole in my savings account was killing me. There are several things up in the air right now that I have little control over. It’s hurry up and wait all over the damn place. This is one thing I can put my hands on and it feels so much better to know I’m on track.