My Minor Predicament

I have a bit of a spending predicament. I say predicament and not problem because I don’t have a problem, I could quit anytime I want, but I’m not a quitter, I like to continue on even when the going gets tough, case in point, my three new cocktail dresses, three new shirts and jewelry. Now you may ask “Why would you need all these items at once?” And I shall answer you; because of a little thing called the ability to work overtime. I like overtime, mostly because there’s overtime pay involved, I like that most of all, it feeds my addiction, er I mean, my alternative lifestyle. Now, my only downside to the joy of overtime is a few coworkers. You know, there are certain ways I will allow someone to talk to me, and certain ways I will not; some of my coworkers keep stepping into “not” section. “Disclaimer”, if you talk to me like you’re crazy, I will treat you like you’re crazy. Anyway, I tend to work late, especially on projects, and a few individuals keep talking to me like I’m their pet. Pause, I will drop kick you in the throat. I’m usually a sweet individual, but when you mess with my money (i.e. overtime pay/shopping) and/or my reputation, there will be issues, and that is what a very specific fellow did. He 1.cussed at me, 2.raised his voice, 3.cut me off when speaking two times after I told him not to and 4.rolled his eyes the whole time anyone else spoke. He then had the audacity to ask if we could all take 4 hours off of work to run around for research that was supposed to be done already……yea, needless to say I was not pleased. Anywhoooo, I calmly explained why that wasn’t going to work, and may have given him the look and tone that could strip the hair off of a bison in January. It worked, we’re good now, and I got my overtime and my bank account seemed happy….ish. My shopping was pleasant, I found dresses that were gorgeous annnnnnd fit all my loveliness, all was right with the world. Until I woke up the next morning a tad poor, with no groceries (except condiments, fish sticks and a thing of Pinkberry), and no lunch for the week (I looked sexy though in the new tee.) Now I know I should feel concerned, but I’m not, because all I can think of it how fly I’ll look when I step out this weekend, and this isn’t a problem, not at all, just a slight….predicament.