Since Unemployment Fest ’09 began, I have turned cheap. Sounds logical, sounds like the right move, sounds natural.
Except that it is so unnatural.
When employed, I am the opposite of cheap. I don’t use coupons, I don’t shop sales. I declare bans on shoes using only man-made, petroleum-based products. I am not a shopping fiend, but if I’m going to venture out I want the experience to not be full of screaming babies, messy dressing rooms and choosing brands based on the special.
The first weekend of unemployment, I announced that my new hobby would be saving money on shopping trips. Since the only shopping trip left available to my unemployed self was the trip to the grocery store, that was where I focused my cheap energy.
I scoured the specials online. Collected my coupons. Absorbed pricing information. Kicked grocery butt.
But now I am concerned. I’ve come home from the grocery with coffee for 3 weeks straight. Week 1: We needed coffee and it killed me to pay so much for a little brick of it. Week 2: We don’t need coffee, but there’s a buy one get one. Week 3: the huge gallon container of Maxwell House is on sale for $3 less than usual.
Husband saw the huge container and gave me the raised eyebrow. It doesn’t even fit in the cabinet with the other abundance of bags and blocks, it needs to go in the pantry where there is room for such things.
“Coffee sales come and go,” I offered. “Once they’re done, you won’t see another for months. I’m just stocking up now.”
I think he bought it, but I’m not sure. I’m not sure I even bought it.
I got a look from the cashier the other day. I went in and purchased only the buy one get one offers. It looked like Noah’s ark on loading day. Two cereals, two breads, two spray butters, they all moved in orderly fashion down the conveyor belt. Just in case anyone had a doubt that the buy one get one strategy was working, here I come. A marketer’s dream. Just call me ROI.
The one thing that I know will keep this from busting wide open into a full-blown obsession is that, just like drinking or drug addiction, this habit comes with messy side effects. Like shopping at discount stores. The kinds of stores that are busy at all hours of the day or night, bursting with people in cheap clothes, eating cheap food, sporting cheap acrylic nails, but driving a Lexus bus. Its not a pretty site.
Lucky for me, I don’t have the extra cash to buy the $8 pair of short shorts with “Juicy” written on the ass. I’ll just have to stick to the coffee aisle for now, spending my government money on my caffinated essentials. That’s fine with me. At this point I have enough to last through to the next recession.