A change is finna come

Grueling.

That's how I would describe the leadership class I had to take on Thursday for my new promotion. When my boss mentioned to my two counterparts at the end of our staff meeting that she had to talk to them about something (the something being that I was being promoted, and they weren't), I knew the deed had finally been done. After what seemed like an eternity of waiting and endless battling with my VP, even to the point where I asked her about it and she broke into tears because it was taking so long, my boss finally secured my promotion. I still have to apply for the damn thing, but this hovering in the greys crap is finally coming to an end, and we can see the sunlight peering through.

And it couldn't happen soon enough.

I'm looking through all of my credit cards to see which one has a sufficient enough balance to use this week, and I had to break out the emergency one I keep at home. My increase is on the lower end, but when I factor in the merit increase I just received, it's not at all bad. I'll also have paid off my Sleep Train balance after next month, and by the end of the year, my Care Credit one, so that will total a little over three hundred extra bucks a month.

So now I have to channel li'l ol me circa 2010-ish when I put my nose to the grind and paid off my credit cards before. We gotta stop the madness over here. This is the last big windfall I'll have for several years, I reckon. If the pooh hits the fan and I have to move out or my grandma dies and I have to catch a quick flight to Las Vegas where she lives to say goodbye, I need to have the moolah to do so.

This has become my life. Ugh.