Life Is Good, Oh, And Also Vegas In A Week.
T-minus 1 week to the last Vegas of 2021. The last of six trips.
What a year it's been. Job change, hefty pay raise in the doing, getting completely out of debt, meeting and marrying my beautiful model wife. OK maybe not that last part. But it was a positive one.
The job is going great. I feel like I'm a valued member of the team, I trained or hired two good team members, the ops team is a tight running ship that is probably the fittest part of the whole company right now. All the seemingly menial skills I picked up in all those crap warehouse and inventory jobs have finally paid off and have me in great position with a company that could be a rocket ship. The downside: doesn't look like I'm getting any kind of bonus this year. Would have been helpful with how low the savings is now, but...
The finances are OK, I've Vegas'ed most of the nest egg I had when I left TFS but I plan to take a few months off of the Vegas train in early '22 to build it back up. A rapidly growing 401k will help too. The one dagger I had dangling over my head, the IRS, finally dropped but the consequences will be minimal on a monthly fiscal basis. Credit score continues to hover in the high 700's. As long as the job continues to go well there's no financial trouble on the horizon.
Health-wise, well, nothing really got any worse this year, which is really about the best I can hope for at this point. I continue to plug along and do what I need to do at least pharmaceutically to sty in the pocket. The pocket being living. I can even tolerate a good 6-night Vegas bender decently well, it turns out. Just keep on keeping on.
And then...there's Vegas. There's always Vegas. My constant companion and motivator and really, best friend. It keeps me positive and out of the rut and involved in life. April, May, July, September, November and now December. In a pandemic. The Resorts World splurge is really all about just capping off a great year and wanting to go out of '21 with a personal bang. I made some great decisions this year and even if this one whittles the savings down a bit...fuck it, you do really only live once and who the hell knows how many more years and trips I have left in this fucked up old body. You can't take anything with you, and I'm going to continue to live that credo until it kills me or makes me homeless.
T-minus 1 week.
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