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My Fight With Zulily…

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I don’t keep much junk food in my house. There are no chips in my pantry, no cookies in my cupboards, no ice cream in my freezer. It’s not that I don’t like those things, I just can’t say no to them. I’d easily weigh 100 pounds more if I kept those things in my house with any regularity.

It’s the same with my e-mail box. I’ve shared before that I don’t sign up for Groupon type websites because I can’t say no to them either. There is one exception – Zulily.com. A friend, who was pregnant at the same time, told me to try out Zulily for maternity wear. I would check the occasional discount site but it all still seemed overpriced. Most of the time, I’d delete the weekly e-mail before opening it because I stopped caring about how I dressed (I think all prego women get to that point at the end).

Unfortunately, the website also runs deals on kids clothing, accessories, and toys. Once the kidlet was born, these e-mails became less and less resistible. I found myself longing after a Noah’s Ark play set or an adorable rocking horse. I knew I was in trouble when I actually added something to a checkout cart. I didn’t actually buy anything, but I’m sliding down a very slippery slope.

Before things spiral out of control, the kiddo’s room is loaded with cute toys, and my checking account is overdrawn…

I’m cutting myself off. Goodbye Zulily e-mails. Sigh.

Maybe I’ll go buy myself a single serving of Ben and Jerry’s as a consolation prize.

Part-Time Work? Ha!

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I knew working two days a week would be hectic. Trying to fit five days of craziness into two was going to be tough, but I was ready to take on a little stress in exchange for more time with the kiddo.

This week, my counterpart was diagnosed with cancer and has resigned.

The department head pulled me into a meeting and asked for my advice on how to deal with the situation. There are only two folks who know how to do our jobs – me and her. Even if they hired someone today, I don’t have time to train them. We have a 1/2 person doing a two man job.

The problem? They totally screwed me on my earnings a few months ago and I’m still mad. I felt like saying, “Drop 20K onto my annual salary and we’ll talk” but I have the world’s tiniest backbone and found myself saying, “If you need me, I’ll be there.”

This, my dear friends, is why I’ll never be a millionaire. Millionaires push harder.

I should know by next week what they decide. My debt will be happy, but I won’t be.