Wednesday, August 31, 2005

NUTS


These boots were made for talking. And thankfully, that’s just what they’ll do. CBC and our union, CMG, are back for another round of contractual chess. It’s faint hope for a return to paycheques. I received my final pseudo-half of a cheque from CBC today: $865.78. Doesn’t sound bad, but we’ve only just begun.

These boots were made for walking. Kim D’Eon has abandoned CBC for regular and fatter pay cheques. She was a host/reporter for Street Cents. Making around, what… $55,000? Well now she can afford platinum hooped earrings alongside Mary Hart.

These boots were made for talking. That’s just what Sheilagh Rogers is doing – I hope when we're working CBC is paying her a hefty sum.

So the hooped earrings came in at just over ten. My wife loves them. And living with me, she deserves fun party earrings. I made it through the day without spending a dime. Lunch at home. Biked to the picket line. Free muffins. And someone gave me the current issue of VF. See gratuitous image above. Bingo. If I’d have bought it (which I’d considered) I’d be out $4.50 USD. That’s like two bus rides.

Some necessary groceries below. Can’t escape coffee. But I think my wife bought the almonds to drive me nuts.

Daily Debits:
$11.39 Hoop earrings. Clair’s Accessories.

$15.21 Coffee beans, five lemons, gala apples, one avacado and a four dollar bag of almonds.


Bank Balance:
$2,576.13

HOOPED

It all starts with a conversation with my wife. She is going to a party. She wants to look nice. She wants a new pair of earrings. But as soon as I consider the thought of how much they may cost, I have a shooting jolt of tension that runs up my back and comes out of my mouth. My gut reaction to everything these days is, "we can't afford it." It's just money, but it can paralyze a relationship, nutritional health, and my psyche. So broke-bobby ain't too fun to live with.

Who is to blame these days? My grand corporate poobah (who shares my name) - Bobby RabinoRitch (I read he makes about $300,000). I'm a CBC staffer - a working journalist not pulling in many loonies to begin with. And then, two weeks ago, we get locked out of the jobs we love, and our pay cheques have gone garbo on us. CBC has the money, but we can't see it.

We are engaged in a difficult, dispiriting time for Canadian public broadcasting. I can marinate my mind in the debates about contracting out, pubic service journalism, and corporate commitment, but all that I can think about is money. How much do I have in my pocket. How long will it last. What will I say no to my wife about tonight.

Even before this lock-out hit, I've been what you call a cheap-skate. Financially finicky. A sourpuss scrooge. But this lockout has sucker-punched my paranoia about finances with a one-two punch. It's all I think about. So I'll write about it too. I promise real numbers. Bank balances and receipt totals.

I have to put it out there - oprahsize my demons about inner-financial panic. Because money is much more than dollars and cents. Which is why now that my wife wants to buy a pair of hooped earrings for this party on the weekend, I have insisted on buying them for her. Just so I can control the amount of pennies spent. Pity her, I have no idea what I'm doing. I'm hooped.

Daily Debits:
$4.33. Bottle of Drano. Canadian Tire. Plugged bathroom sink.

Bank Balance: $2,602.73