In college, one of my favorite roommates of all time, a fiery red-head named Brianna, would scream "Screw you, Mr. Accounting Man!" at the computer screen as she did her accounting homework. It was her way of voicing her contempt for the ridiculous man she had to listen to who made no sense. I am borrowing her line, to express my similar feelings about our stimulus payment that came in the mail today.
I thought we were getting $1, 200. We are poor. We are married. It would make sense.
We only got $600.
OK, so $600 is still $600. It's money we wouldn't have otherwise, and I realize we should be grateful.
But it's only half of $1,200. So I'm disappointed. And disgruntled.
Sure, the $1,200 was just going to sit in our bank account. But it would have been quite comfy and cozy there. I had a place all prepared for it. Visions of our account balance rising by over a thousand dollars were dancing in my head. Those dreams are dead. Thanks to the federal government.
In other updates, still no news on the job front. Another reason the additional $600 was supposed to come in handy.