4/2/99 profoundly poor

Again this entry is late, but the events of the day warrant an entry.

When the alarm went off this morning I was really paying for the previous night's 3am cleaning session. I almost wonder if it would have been smarter to stay up all night, and not slept at all. Monica was asleep on the couch, and nothing I did would get her to budge... another debilitating headache. So preparing Calvin for school fell squarely on my shoulders. Damn, I'm gonna be late for work again.

When I got to work, I sneaked up to my cubicle. Todd was already there moving his computer to a spot that suited him a little better.

Financially, this day is a train wreck. Early on, I could see that things were going to get ugly.
I called my bank to see if they would reimburse some of the stupid overdraft fees to me. Later in the day they left me a voice mail message saying they were willing to "give back" half of my money, "thank you jesus!"... the message went on to describe exactly how much half of those fees were...my stomach dropped, I felt like vomiting....there were more outstanding checks than I realized.
Then, Joe called me. Joe is one of Yogi's friends who is helping to plan out Yogi and Carla's wedding. I'm going to be one of the ushers at their wedding, and need to wear a sport-coat...problem is, other than an old moth-eaten one that that smelled like old cigars that I borrowed from Ted. Somehow, Yogi's parents had set aside some money for the ushers to get outfitted for the wedding. Joe wanted to let me know that I should go out and get a jacket, and I would be reimbursed later.
"That sounds good to me, Joe." I squeaked into the phone in my most cool, enthusiastic tone.
How am I gonna do this? I have no money... a buncha bills, a couple of birthday's, and now I have to figure out this thing with the sport coat. What could I do? Explain that after paying my most pressing bills, and being charged fees by the bank, I am as poor as a church mouse? How embarassing.

When I got home, I could immediately see that Monica was in bad shape, and after accomplishing the bare minimums on the house, I fell asleep on Calvin's Bed while reading him a bedtime story.

brother can you spare a dime?