Money-Saving Monday: On-Call
On good days, I harbor a mild dislike for my job. I make sarcastic remarks about the idiocy of it all to power me through my day. On bad days though, no amount of sarcasm will do. On days when I spend four hours on a conference call for something I am powerless to fix (but I’m expected to anyway). On days when the work follows me home. When I am talking to my senior manager at 9:30pm for no.good.reason. When I have to tell The Husband for the third time in as many days to make no social plans, and I do mean none. Well, most of the time when that happens, I am on-call.
One week. Of hell. Of knowing where you phone is every second of everyday. That means while you sleep. While you eat. When you are in the shower. All of it. Where is the damn phone?
Once upon a time I wrote a love note to my Corporate Overlords. I should go back and re-read that more often than I do. Like right now. In that spirit, let me recount how being on-call is a very nice substitute for a no-spend week. How’s that for thinking positive?
Not only am I tied to my damn phone, I’m tied to my laptop and an internet connection. The stipulations aren’t clearly outlined. Rather, it’s generally understood that you will roam no further than about 15 minutes for the interwebs. Ever. There are hotspots and my friend’s have internet, sure. Getting stuck on a conference call in a Starbucks, or not being able to leave your friends office for hours on end, uncomfortable, un-fun. Making on-call very similar to house arrest. It’s the weekend that wasn’t. At least when it comes to leaving or socializing or shopping or visiting.
That’s not necessarily a bad thing. On occasion. As much as it pains me to admit.
I read about a couple hipster garage sales this weekend. Garage sales I would love to go to. Where I would most assuredly spend money. Can’t. Stuck at home. No money spent.
My favorite coffee place is conveniently enroute to one of those garage sales. I could easily drop $10 on coffee before I even considered anyone’s used junk. No garage sales. No coffee. Compounded savings.
I skipped my usual wine or beer beverage purchase on Friday Night. Because answering the phone sauced could be worse than not answering the phone at all. $10 to $12 purchase, skipped.
Chicken supplies are in order. Treats, fly trap re-fills, just a couple things really. A couple things delayed. There will be no outing to the Chicken Store.
I’m not even going grocery shopping. It’s not that the stores are so far away. Its the thought of abandoning a cart full of food because duty calls. A potential big fat waste of time. I sent The Husband with a grocery list, from which he does not deviate (it’s his way). Our weekly grocery spending, lower than the prior two weeks. Not a surprise.
Instead of all this money spending, I…
Bonded with my new Chickens over the inferior treats they already have. Chickens don’t care.
Braided my (hopefully) cured onions for storage.
Pruned my tomatoes (again) in the hopes of their actual ripening.
Worked on and brainstormed about my fake budget. More on that later in the week.
Made blackberry jam with blackberries I picked near the accursed place of employ.
Line dried clothes and bedding on my fancy new outdoor line.
Finally uploaded promised pictures from my friends wedding.
As always, blogged and managed to get a little structural DorD work done. Check out the updates to the About page.
And, yes I worked. Friday night, Saturday, and Sunday. Yay, Me! There’s that sarcasm again. I spent more time than I would have liked on my work laptop, keeping my browsing habits in check as not to spoil the frugality of the weekend. Because the frugality silver lining is about all I’ve got.
Does your job save you money? In a good way or a bad way? Do the responsibilities of work interfere with your life?