Not quite a stimulus

My mom used to tell me that it was gauche to talk about your money problems. I apparently never heeded those words, mainly because I was probably so impressed she knew the word "gauche."

Two weeks ago I got a welcomed gift from Uncle Sam. 600 dollars directly deposited into my bank account. Isn't just like a relative sneak money in your pocket and whisper in your ear spend it on something crazy?

Actually, I was expecting the money and had dreamed about what I was going to do with it. I had my eye on a pair of black Chie Mihara peep toe pumps on sale for 300 dollars. Or a brief case like Dr. L, an 83 year old professor emeritus, who carries around a beat up leather bag his wife gave him 40 years ago. Maybe I would buy new handle bars for my bike. Oh the possibilities.

But, alas, Harvard managed to suck those dreams away.
Dissertation printing fee: $233.94
Dissertation processing fee: $125
Gardisil vaccination not covered by my health insurance: $154
Grad Student council fee: $20
Misc other crap: ~$50


Not even enough left over for these shoes from Nine West that are Gucci knock offs.

Well, thanks anyway Uncle Sam. I will try to waste my money on American goods next time and thanks for getting me out of a jam this time.