Saturday, February 19, 2005
Nose meet grindstone, grindstone, meet nose.
For now though, it's a good feeling - I've just managed to cover next month's rent (and house expenses). If I'm lucky I'll make enough over the rest of the month to pay for the food I ate during the dry spell, and this month.
This season has been a financial disaster for me. I'm obviously not in this for the money (one discussion with my flatmate Tim will quickly disabuse anyone of the idea that ski-bumming is a path to a life of riches), but it is a little frustrating.
More worrying is that there is only about 6 weeks officially left in the season. On the 12th of April, the lifts go quiet for the last time. Time has flown by.
BTW why are all your GoogleAds for French lessons? Si M.Google m'en veut pour quelque raison il peut me le dire face à face!