I've recently been put on a project where our particular deliverable is to build some complex analytics into an easy to use dashboard.
Since, I was familiar with the data and our chosen platform, I gave the team three weeks to deliver our product. That's aggressive, but I'm an aggressive lady, and our team had been moving like a herd of turtles, so I thought an aggressive deadline might help us out.
It turns out I was right... Until I was wrong
I logged back on, and confirmed that I was getting the same error as the teammate who was going to push some new features.
Oh, by the way, what version can I back this up from? One from three days ago. Apparently it's a known issue that when a version is saved to a "Network Drive" rather than a production server that it frequently becomes corrupt. You know, because of the way it is (BTW- this software auto generates "packages" which are mixture of SQL, C++, Java, HTML, and CSS that gets generated through a user interface, so you can't just save your code).
I didn't lose just one version of the project. Every single version of this made in the past week is corrupt. So I am sitting here, 2 weeks, 4 days into a three week deliverable and I am waiting for data to load into my new project that you better believe is going to get saved in version formatting to our production server...because that's not obnoxious at all.
Anyways, after a day like yesterday, I was sorely tempted to "treat myself" in order to assuage my distress. Thankfully, my husband (blessings on his head) talked me off the ledge, and he suggested that I go swing a kettlebell around. Which I did, and came back much better for it.
He then suggested that a write a post on how much money he just saved us. I can imagine that he saved us too much, but here it goes.
1. Cost to consume many adult beverages
Since I was raised by Puritans, I didn't start drinking until college, and even since then, I've kept drinking to a minimum, so I get a pretty good buzz from about 2 drinks, and I'm passed out by 3.
Cost to treat myself: Cranberry Juice $2.50+Vodka $3.21 (Three $1 bottles)+ $2.50 for beer for husband (not healthy to drink alone)+ Gas $1= $9.21 plus a pounding headache in the morning
2. Cost to drink fountain Diet Coke
I have to assume that this is a coping mechanism from dealing with break ups, but having experience so few break ups relative to the number of these Diet Coke binges that I've done, I think it's become a habit instead of a coping mechanism at this point.
Cost to treat myself: Diet Coke $.75 + Rolos $2.48 + Mountain Dew for Husband $.75 + Redbox $1.29+ Gas $1= $5.27 plus no sleep
3. Cost to eat Fast Food
From my observation, social etiquette and the need to enforce social mores amongst the toddler set completely goes out the window at the fast food play places.
On top of that, fried chicken and waffle fries are a great way to eat my feelings (and let's be honest that DDP from a fountain is going to get refilled too).
Cost to treat myself: Chik-Fil-A $17.06 (for the fam)+ Gas $2= $19.06 + no sleep + stomach ache for days + no toddler sleep + no toddler bath
4. Cost to purge everything
What do you mean you were going to wear those shoes tomorrow? How should you know that I'll regret donating this tablet? These insurance documents haven't been scanned yet, well then no dying until the next set come.
Needless to say, the time to become a minimalist is not in a fit of rage.
Cost to treat myself: $0= $0 + digging through garbage bags for the next three weeks as I try to find the missing items.
5. Cost to make my meal plan in a drunken rage
Needless to say, when I meal plan while drunk, bar food takes a top spot on the list. However, when I'm sober, I feel bad removing all the fried/meaty goodness from the list, since I probably shared the meal plan husband who loves bar food, especially when I make it. As a result, I spend extra money on groceries when I engage in this type of activity.
Cost to treat myself: Two beers previously purchased $1.90 + Extra Groceries $20 + Extra Gas $1 = $22.90 + at least one pen that I break in a fit of rage + the most unhealthy eating you can imagine for a week or the burden of guilt for weeks.
Systems saved the expense
I know my husband wants to take the credit for saving us all this money (and other unfortunate consequences), but I think the real key is that I accidentally have an environment to succeed. Because I work from home, I don't pass a liquor store or a convenience store on the way home. There is no commute where I can drive through fast food drive-thrus, and I have no coworkers encouraging me to commiserate in a bar. It's automatically easy for me not to be stupid.
In fact, my preferred escapes are inconvenient. I keep very limited junk food in the house (and honestly very little prepared foods altogether), we rarely have alcohol in the house (though we happen to have some leftover from a party a while back) and I keep my workout shoes and clothes at the ready.
Everything on my list is actually something I enjoy every once in a while (meal planning rather than meal planning in a drunken rage), but making these things experiences rather than therapy is a critical component of enjoying in moderation.