Budgeting For Variable Income

Before I get into the fun post about my afternoon in New Orleans, I need to address a comment made by Croft in reply to my update about the truck.

He wrote:


I will get the first comment in. $300 ($600 if you add everything) is a lot for the repair. BUT it is only 2 โ€“ 3 monthโ€™s payments on a new vehicle. And payments on a new vehicle do not stop, they are month after month. Just sayinโ€™.

That’s the point of view of someone who is living on a comfortable fixed income.

I have variable income and very little financial security in my day to day affairs (my little nest egg for retirement obviously does not figure into my daily budget). I never know how much is going to come in in the next month, so whatever came in this month has to go far.

Sure, my accounts receivable look flush on paper right now, but I’ve learned the hard way that clients don’t always pay up when they say they will. The only way I can make it is to budget with the money I have right now, which includes squirreling away a good portion of that in case the next cheque doesn’t come.

I have countless rainy day accounts that are all guesses for me based on how much I’ve spent in those categories on average in the past years. Some of them are flexible, like groceries and entertainment, meaning that I can move money out of them to fund emergencies. The non-flexible categories are things that I can’t skimp on, like vehicle repair and maintenance and income tax.

A car payment was much easier for me. I knew exactly how much I needed each month for that category in my budget and I was on a maintenance schedule. I’ve introduced an unknown element into my budget and until I figure out how much that truck is going to cost me on average in a year, something like this is going to be a big deal even if the amount might seem piddly to some.

I chose to live this way. I gave up a ridiculously comfortable life where I would drop $600 on a shopping spree without even thinking about it in the pursuit of something more real and enduring. So I accept responsibility for my choices and part of that responsibility is being honest about what it’s like to live this life without a steady income or pension backing it.

It’s taken me a long time to figure out how to finance my new life and I’ve finally got a system that’s working. The proof is that I am where I am tonight. I would never have come so deep into the US if I didn’t feel I could handle the financial end of the trip. So I am going to get through this, but unless I want to get myself into debt, I have to trim the budget in other areas. And I’d rather trim the budget in other areas than send more interest to the Visa company.

This budget might sound crazy strict, but it is so freeing to make decisions based on the money I have for certain categories of expenses rather than based on what my bank balance is. It means that when the end of January comes and I get that $150 bill for the web space renewal, I don’t have to worry about it since I put $12.50 a month aside for the past year to fund it.

Or that when I get an unexpected $600 truck repair, I can pull $300 of the truck maintenance account and be grateful that I only have to pull $150 out of food and entertainment since I got that windfall at the casino, but that I won’t get to spend $150 mindlessly the way I had looked forward to doing with that unexpected bonus.

That said, next month, my truck maintenance fund is at $0. What if something else breaks? So for the next few months, I’ll have to scrimp a little to build that fund back up. It’s like paying back the Visa company, only without interest.

The truth is, it would have been easier to not even mention that the truck had broken down and just carried on with the activities I could afford and I debated doing this. But I think that this incident could be helpful to other younger potential RVers trying to figure out how to finance a variable income life and weather a crisis, even one that seems small.

I Forgot How Great It Is To Be on 30A Hookups

I can’t even remember the last time I was on 30A hookups, maybe in Hankinson, and before that was probably in Blaine.

It’s such luxury to be able to just turn on the AC when I need it without having to turn anything off first, or to be able to run the microwave and the toaster at the same time!

The temps and humidity are rising, so I want to leave the AC on for my brood while I’m out. No problem. I would be too concerned about a possible brown out to leave my AC unattended while running it on 15A.

Heading out? The tour folks agreed to pick me up on the Westbank (where I am now, only about 15 minutes closer to the city) if I can be there for 1PM! I want to stop at the Piggly Wiggly first to get snacks. Oh, Piggly Wiggly, you silly named store, how I have missed you. It’s so great to be back in the South!

The Verdict On the Truck

Before I get into what happened to the truck, I want to say that having a used vehicle is a fairly new experience for me. I used to have an ancient Honda back in the day, but since 2004, I’ve had new vehicles, plus the motorhome that came with a full maintenance history. So I’m used to being able to budget for vehicle maintenance.

What happened yesterday has taught me that the $50 I’ve been putting aside each month for truck maintenance isn’t going to be enough and I need to adjust the budget. I’m just glad this happened before I started to spend a lot of time enjoying New Orleans.

The problem with the truck really isn’t that major. The throttle cable broke and the whole assembly needs cleaning.

So:
$76.28 for the part
$163.50 for the labour
$59.99 for the cleaning
Total: $300, plus tax (Mom thinks that’s highway robbery, but I’d rather pay the Ford shop premium and get the job done right)

They will only be able to order the part on Monday and get the truck back to me Tuesday.

Add in:
$90 for the tow
$40 per day for the car x 5 days = $200 (but they might adjust me down to the weekly rate which is a little cheaper)

Total: at least $600.

Needless to say, I am scaling down my New Orleans plans drastically. ๐Ÿ™ I am only going to be doing a self-walking tour, a guided city bus tour, and a guided swamp tour. That’s better than nothing, but don’t expect any major restaurant reviews as I am going on the peanut butter diet (figuratively speaking) for a few days to avoid adding any more debt. But I can at least be satisfied that I can weather this crisis, albeit uncomfortably!

Now, it’s 11:30 and the city tour I want to take starts at 1:30, so I am going to call to see if it’s too late to make it! They do hotel pickup, but that won’t work for me out here in the wonderful swampy boonies, so I may have to get closer to New Orleans, something that could take me an hour. If I can’t get on this afternoon’s tour, I will book for the 9:30AM one tomorrow and just go explore the French Quarter this afternoon. I’m so grateful to have gotten the news about the truck early enough to salvage the day.

Good That the Mechanic Thinks I’m Crazy?

I got up early this morning to make sure I didn’t miss a potential call from the Ford shop. By 8:00 (they opened at 7:00), I decided that ‘sit and wait’ wasn’t going to work for me, so I called them. The lady who answered wasn’t too helpful, but a mechanic must have overheard and told her to pass him the phone.

He said that the truck started right up normally and he drove it into his shop. What kind of trouble did I have with it?

I think it took five minutes for him to understand me because of our accent differences. I kept on having to repeat myself. It’s not just him; I had issues with the tow driver yesterday, the mall security person, the tourist info person, and I’ve experienced this in Savannah, too. And the accent troubles go both ways as I have a hard time catching more than just the gist of what someone says unless I’m listening very carefully.

Anyway, he said he would look at it today as it is second in line for service, but if it needs part, I may have to wait till Monday.

I’m going to hang out at home a while longer to see if I get any good news. No sense keeping the rental car into tomorrow if I could return it today, although I’m pretty sure that by noon I’ll be into the next day anyway.

The mechanic called me back as I was writing this post to ask me what state Alberta is in and for my zip code. I replied Canada and gave him my postal code slowly, remembering to say ‘zee’ instead of ‘zed’. He got the information in one shot, but said, “Gee whiz!”

I now have to confess how relieved I am my truck is actually where it’s supposed to be. ๐Ÿ™‚

Truck Trouble

I went out this afternoon to run some errands. I pulled into a mall parking lot, parked, cut the engine, and got out only to notice that I really wasn’t parked far enough into the slot. I got back in and happened to notice that the gas pedal felt really loose. I tried to start the truck and it revved really hard like I had given it a ton of gas! I turned it off and tried to turn it on again, but the engine would not turn.

So, in a strange city, it’s getting dark, and it’s about to pour. I used the GPS to get a few repair place numbers and everyone was, “Sorry, we’re closing right about now and we couldn’t get anyone to you till Monday.”

Living out in the middle of nowhere right now, being on foot was not an option! I had a gut feeling that I had only about 45 minutes, to 6PM, to find a tow and get my butt to a rental car company. I was right.

I went into the mall to ask security about just leaving the truck in the lot over the weekend. Only till Monday, but they were concerned about vandalism or theft. So the awesome mall security lady called a tow company and then started calling around the rental car places. Enterprise promised not to close if I could get there by 6:00.

The tow truck came expediently and the driver was amazing. I had no idea where to take the truck of course and he gave me the name of a Ford dealership, saying he would drop it there and have them call me in the morning. But, first, he would drop me off at Enterprise. He got the truck loaded and we tore out of there like a bat out of hell. I’m not kidding. This guy ran every red light he could safely to get me to Enterprise for 5:58.

There, he wrote up my contract while I ran inside to secure a car. Their computers were down, so they got my info and started work on a handwritten contract while I finished up with the tow guy. Tow: $85, plus a $5 tip.

He left and I went back inside to learn that I was being upgraded to a fancy car for the price of their cheapest car. Mine not to question why, but this is an example of why I never rent from anyone but Enterprise.

The more I think about this, the more I think this breakdown occurred in the best way possible. Had it happened tomorrow, who knows where I would have been and my day would have been completely shot. At least, I can still take off and do something if I want to, although I am beginning to feel that tomorrow is going to be a home day as I am exhausted. Plus, I don’t want to spend too much money until I know how much the truck is going to cost me to fix. ๐Ÿ™

Hey, at least this didn’t happen during the road trip yesterday…