Pyramid schemes and Pissed Off-is-ness.
Today I am going to examine the butterfly effect in terms of a simple number that has grown exponentially since a simple depression of a unspecified digit on the simple, "lucky", number 7 key.
This finger-lowering, which should have hit the 5 key instead, is currently costing my $500.
Why, you ask?
Because I muffed up a Pantone colour swatch for some printing film and neither the other graphic designer (who checked my work) or our printer noticed.
557 became 577, and the green became a mintier shade.
50 aprons later, I find myself offering to pay the error off instead of the alternatives of:
a) losing my job (which was a realistic possibility)
b) having to deal with a condescending watchful eye insulting my every move for the next year so I am too afraid to move and "cost the business money" again. Ever.
Both of these would have been worse than losing $500 of pay, believe it or not.
But today.
Oh, today!
I woke up to find that my specification of $50 maximum a fortnight until my debt is paid had been ignored by my boss.
Instead she took $100.
Which, this fortnight, leaves me with $270 to cover my rent and $30 for 2 weeks worth of food and uni art supplies.
Great...
Apparently, she "decided" - without mentioning this to me - that she wanted this debt paid off more quickly; a fact I found out via a text message reply to my own questioning message.
This would have been okay had I been receiving CentreLink payments from the government.
But alas, my parents earn too much - so VERY convenient when my father has disowned me for being a lesbian and won't give me a cent of support, and mother isn't the breadwinner.
So basically what I earn is all I have.
I don't get Rent Assistance, nor Youth Allowance - even though I have moved 400km away from my home, and get no monetary support from the parents and am here to study at uni (an option which isn't available where I was living).
All because of the fucking number 7.
Makes me sympathise with the pen factory that was responsible for placing the ink in the pen that signed the paper that caused the global economic crisis.
Isn't it all just because of the push of a button, in our world?
I'm afraid to move now.
What if my air currents cause another boxing day tsunami?
(Realistically though, I am probably NOT capable of causing such significance)
Needless to say, the prospect of $15 a week for food is causing an extended anxiety attack.
Goodbye savings account for the next 3 months.
In an unrelated note, I think I'm going to go back on anti-depressants soon.
Life is fucking me over too often, and it seems my coping mechanisms are faulty as always.
I'm going to sell my canvases too, if anyone wants one?
And commissions are open for more.
Most canvases will be $20 or $25 (ex postage).
I'll post photos later.
If anyone has any ideas for money - let me know, yeah?
I am going for a run - to force myself to breathe.
Om Ma Ni Pad Me Hum.
The Saga Continues... 
Alanna.
