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A Week In Pittsburgh, PA, On A $46,250 Salary(3)

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10:30 a.m. — It’s unseasonably warm — 61 degrees in December! I have plans today to hang out with a friend who lives close by. I say goodbye to A., wish him luck, and walk the mile to her house.

11:15 a.m. — My friend and I chat over coffee and catch up while her boyfriend makes stewed chicken with homemade pita bread, which smells divine. I have a bite, even though breakfast wasn’t that long ago. We have The Final Table on Netflix playing in the background.

1:30 p.m. — My friend is also a big meal prepper, so I run along with her on her errands but don’t need anything myself. Once we’re back, she puts together a lovely black bean soup.

4:30 p.m. — I head home to get a head start on dinner, as well as make turkey chili for the week. I prep all the ingredients for the mushroom pasta and get everything in the Dutch oven for the chili by the time A. gets home. We have Manhattans again and I hear all about his session, which sounds like it went super well.

6 p.m. — The sauce comes together quickly for the mushroom pasta. I’m a bit nervous to cook the fresh pasta, as I’m not sure what to expect, and unfortunately it doesn’t unfurl from its little nests as beautifully as I had hoped it would. Nevertheless, it tastes amazing, and we have a little fresh parm over it.

8 p.m. — We turn the Steelers game on and eat the pumpkin pie over halftime. It’s a late game and I also don’t care a whole lot about it, so I go to bed when I’m sleepy.

Daily Total: $0

Day Five

7 a.m. — My alarm goes off. I go about packing my lunch and make it onto the 7:45 a.m. bus.

8:30 a.m. — I need to get better at drinking water, so I have a full glass, and then I make fresh coffee and eat some of the breakfast casserole A. made yesterday instead of going straight to my laptop.

10:45 a.m. — I finish up a conference call and then eat a banana and drink more water.

1:05 p.m. — I check my bank account and move $7.63 to my other checking. First business day of the month stinks: All the bills are coming out today! I’m in good shape, though. I heat up my lunch and take a break from my screens for a while.

3:45 p.m. — Afternoon lull. I snack on my clementines while on mute on a conference call and drink some green tea. I’m not really needed on this call, so I use some Amazon credit to buy a Kindle book: What If This Were Enough? by Heather Havrilesky. I am not familiar with her, but it seems like my style. $5.48

5:30 p.m. — Head home. A. just got out of the studio and is able to pick me up at the T station, so I don’t have to walk home in the crappy weather. We make guac and have the salsa chicken he made this morning with corn tortillas.

9:45 p.m. — Bedtime after a quiet night.

Daily Total: $5.48

Day Six

7:30 a.m. — Wake up and do my morning routine as usual. I drop A. off at the station. (I drive on Tuesdays because I see my therapist in the evening.)

9:15 a.m. — Settle into the day at work. I check my bank account first and move $5.07 to my other checking. For breakfast, I eat a grapefruit and some breakfast enchilada casserole.

12:45 p.m. — This day is flying by — I have been moving around a lot getting items shipped to the sales reps. I heat up chili for lunch and catch up on the internet. I’m super excited to see NPR voted my favorite album of 2018, Be the Cowboy by Mitski, as #2 for 2018!

5:45 p.m. — I decide to check out a local bookstore for a book written by a local gal I heard on a podcast. I get flustered trying to park in that part of town, and they don’t have the book anyway.

6:30 p.m. — Make it just in time for therapy, where my doctor hands me a statement I’ve been dreading. He sometimes gets behind on his billing and he’s pretty old-school and only accepts check payment. This would have hurt me more in the past, but I’ve been setting my copays aside after each session, so I’m ready for it. $225

8:10 p.m. — Make it home. I’m annoyed to see my apartment lot is full, even though we’re all guaranteed a spot. I back out to try to find street parking, when there is a thud and crunch. To my absolute horror, I’ve backed right into a car parked on the street across from the lot. I see A. in the window looking at me and I gesture for him to come outside.

8:45 p.m. — We wait a bit for the owner of the car, and I cry a lot. I’ve never had an accident before. A. is completely cool and calm, isn’t upset with me at all, and talks me through what needs to be done. All the houses around us are dark, so it’s not clear where the car owner might be. Our bumper is totally fine, but the backdoor of the other car is crunched. We leave a note with our number and plate number, and put it in a sandwich baggy under the windshield in case it rains overnight. Inside, A. starts the incident report on the insurance site. He owns the plan and I’m covered on it.

9:15 p.m. — The owner calls and doesn’t sound angry. We finally have a little dinner and a whiskey after the drama of the night and watch some TV before bed.

10:15 p.m. — I’m going to sleep.

Daily Total: $225

Day Seven

7 a.m. — I have a meeting this morning at 9. I’d usually drive, but I still feel bad about last night, so I plan to take the early bus. I set out A.’s lunch and pack my own.

9:30 a.m. — Meeting ends. I have a banana and eat a piece of focaccia toast from our Strip District adventure. I check in with A. and he still hasn’t heard from his insurance agent.

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