Okay like a mild one but still. Perhaps some background is good:
When I started the education I took from last August to June I (and pretty much everyone else) was more or less led to believe that after completing it we would have a very good shot at getting a job. Maybe that was true then and it all changed with the economy this winter. I don't know, but in any case I've now been out of school for soon to be two months. During this time I've taken care of some things that I hadn't had time with during the year to take care of and also started a business project with my dad. While the latter is going forward, we're not yet at the point to actually earning something from it. So at the moment our familys sole income is basically dad and some wellfare things my mom get because she's on sick leave (basically, lots of Swedish stuff here guys).
And it's this part that eating me. I had some money saved up so I could takje care of my part of the bills up until last month. This month I don't have a dime. So my parents help me out with that, they already pay half the bills since my brother lives with me. They've been helping out with food for about a month as well. My parents are great and do this without complaining since they know things will get better and they know that I'm trying to find some kind of small job to earn something while dad and get our business started, but it's not that easy. I won't go to the government run firm that are supposed to help people with jobs since I have some reeeaaaaalllllllllllyyyy bad experience with them.
Anyway I was sorta okay with all this. One important thing I learned this past year was to not worry so damned much, that a positive attitude can help a lot. But then I messed up. Not huge, but I messed up when I calculated how much the bills where this month. It's not a huge amount but it's big enough that I could not afford it at all, and some stuff that I thought I'd gotten sold I haven't gotten payed for yet. So I had to call dad and say it like it is, that I miscalculated. And I hate talking to dad about money. Both he and mom helps me out so much even though any sane person would have tired of me long time ago. In any case I say it like it is and I can clearly hear the tired tone in my dads voice, but he says he'll get it transferred. I thank him and says I'll see him tomorrow.
As soon as I hang up I sit down on the couch and start hyperventilating. I manage to just get calmed down so that I steer it over to long deep breaths. But I just sit there a long while, while the room spins around me. Finally the room stops and I manage to breathe normally.
I dunno, I guess I just have to vent. It's probably gonna be okay and I'll be better in the morning. Or it won't be okay and I'll be crap in the morning. In any case I fucking hate having no money.
When I started the education I took from last August to June I (and pretty much everyone else) was more or less led to believe that after completing it we would have a very good shot at getting a job. Maybe that was true then and it all changed with the economy this winter. I don't know, but in any case I've now been out of school for soon to be two months. During this time I've taken care of some things that I hadn't had time with during the year to take care of and also started a business project with my dad. While the latter is going forward, we're not yet at the point to actually earning something from it. So at the moment our familys sole income is basically dad and some wellfare things my mom get because she's on sick leave (basically, lots of Swedish stuff here guys).
And it's this part that eating me. I had some money saved up so I could takje care of my part of the bills up until last month. This month I don't have a dime. So my parents help me out with that, they already pay half the bills since my brother lives with me. They've been helping out with food for about a month as well. My parents are great and do this without complaining since they know things will get better and they know that I'm trying to find some kind of small job to earn something while dad and get our business started, but it's not that easy. I won't go to the government run firm that are supposed to help people with jobs since I have some reeeaaaaalllllllllllyyyy bad experience with them.
Anyway I was sorta okay with all this. One important thing I learned this past year was to not worry so damned much, that a positive attitude can help a lot. But then I messed up. Not huge, but I messed up when I calculated how much the bills where this month. It's not a huge amount but it's big enough that I could not afford it at all, and some stuff that I thought I'd gotten sold I haven't gotten payed for yet. So I had to call dad and say it like it is, that I miscalculated. And I hate talking to dad about money. Both he and mom helps me out so much even though any sane person would have tired of me long time ago. In any case I say it like it is and I can clearly hear the tired tone in my dads voice, but he says he'll get it transferred. I thank him and says I'll see him tomorrow.
As soon as I hang up I sit down on the couch and start hyperventilating. I manage to just get calmed down so that I steer it over to long deep breaths. But I just sit there a long while, while the room spins around me. Finally the room stops and I manage to breathe normally.
I dunno, I guess I just have to vent. It's probably gonna be okay and I'll be better in the morning. Or it won't be okay and I'll be crap in the morning. In any case I fucking hate having no money.