I often whine about not having a “real” job in the journalism world because the economical crisis has hit the ones who just came out of school the hardest and so goes the daily tirade against these times of hardship…
But, then again I am sitting in a coffee shop in the middle of Soho in NYC after I just bought a bunch of shoes on sale to celebrate my so-waited paycheck. Shoe shopping wouldn’t otherwise be just a guilty pleasure of mine if not for the fact that the shoes were three-for-two and I have four more weddings to go to until the end of the year.
Maybe an almost-acceptable excuse for a shopaholic like Carrie Bradshaw, not myself, especially when I just opened the Washington Post that and red the cover story “No Where to Go but Down,” about Scott Nicholas, 39-year-old, father of two and devoted husband who has to scrape on food stamps, church left overs and few other charity benefits to survive the crisis and avoid moving into his mother-in-law’s basement.
I weep and almost choke on my latte. I shall retrieve the shoes’ receipt and go back to the store for an early return.
How hypocrite of me to think my professional life is miserable after buying brand new shoes, while the lives of many with family and no job like Nicholas—who lost his spot at an RV company in Indiana last fall—are really hooked on few crumbles of bread.
Returning the shoes will not help Nicholas with his struggles, but maybe learning from his lack of planning ahead on savings, will.
The shoes will remain in my bag, but from today’s on, I am opening a saving account and, even if I make barely enough to save, I will try pennies by pennies, not only for myself, but for all the Nicholas out there.