Disaster: averted
So, Being an Adult has just saved me from financial DISASTUH.
I check my bank balance and transactions obsessively. As in, every day. I keep my transaction register in a spreadsheet on Google Docs so I can access it from wherever I am (mostly home vs. work). I enter in the transactions in red, and then once they clear I change them to black, and every few weeks I clear out the spreadsheet and start fresh. I'm very lock-step about recording my transactions, although occasionally I do forget one, as one does. So yesterday I'm balancing things out and suddenly I realize that I have way less money than I'm supposed to. Bzuh?
I start going through my account and realize that a cash deposit I made last Tuesday was never posted to my account. ZOMG. The credit union will clear it up. It must have gone into someone's account or else the bank's drawers would have been over at the end of the day. Glad I caught that before stuff started bouncing.
I hope it all gets solved today. I want to order the "Sherlock" DVD set (it's only like $24 and it has COMMENTARY) and a book of day hikes in the Reno area for Christmas holiday planning.
ETA: Bank problem fixed. Yay!
Once again I am sitting here with all ten fingers bandaged. I am making another of my periodic attempts to stop biting my cuticles. When I say "I bite my cuticles" people get a certain image. This image does not begin to approach the damage I inflict on my cuticles. I don't just nibble or bite them. I destroy them. I rip and tear at them like it's my job sometimes. I don't know why I do this. I do it more when I'm stressed. You can imagine the state of my fingertips after the Great Flood of '10 last week. They were bleeding. For a couple of days it was hard to do things with my hands because my fingers hurt so much. People say to me, doesn't that hurt? Yes. Yes, it does. I don't know why I keep doing it when it hurts. I just do. I have stopped before in the past so I know I'm capable of stopping. It's just such a reflex. The only thing that works is to put a barrier between me and my cuticles (i.e. Band-Aids or sports tape) to prevent me from digging at them. Sally Hansen cuticle cream is a miracle substance, that helps, too. If I keep that up for a week or so until they start looking healed and I can start taking care of the nails again, I'll be able to resist on my own.
I hope I can manage it this time. I'd like to start getting manicures again. My hands look pretty nice with the weight loss and I'd also like to wear my rings again. I don't like to wear rings when my fingers look so shredded because I don't want to call attention to them.
I check my bank balance and transactions obsessively. As in, every day. I keep my transaction register in a spreadsheet on Google Docs so I can access it from wherever I am (mostly home vs. work). I enter in the transactions in red, and then once they clear I change them to black, and every few weeks I clear out the spreadsheet and start fresh. I'm very lock-step about recording my transactions, although occasionally I do forget one, as one does. So yesterday I'm balancing things out and suddenly I realize that I have way less money than I'm supposed to. Bzuh?
I start going through my account and realize that a cash deposit I made last Tuesday was never posted to my account. ZOMG. The credit union will clear it up. It must have gone into someone's account or else the bank's drawers would have been over at the end of the day. Glad I caught that before stuff started bouncing.
I hope it all gets solved today. I want to order the "Sherlock" DVD set (it's only like $24 and it has COMMENTARY) and a book of day hikes in the Reno area for Christmas holiday planning.
ETA: Bank problem fixed. Yay!
Once again I am sitting here with all ten fingers bandaged. I am making another of my periodic attempts to stop biting my cuticles. When I say "I bite my cuticles" people get a certain image. This image does not begin to approach the damage I inflict on my cuticles. I don't just nibble or bite them. I destroy them. I rip and tear at them like it's my job sometimes. I don't know why I do this. I do it more when I'm stressed. You can imagine the state of my fingertips after the Great Flood of '10 last week. They were bleeding. For a couple of days it was hard to do things with my hands because my fingers hurt so much. People say to me, doesn't that hurt? Yes. Yes, it does. I don't know why I keep doing it when it hurts. I just do. I have stopped before in the past so I know I'm capable of stopping. It's just such a reflex. The only thing that works is to put a barrier between me and my cuticles (i.e. Band-Aids or sports tape) to prevent me from digging at them. Sally Hansen cuticle cream is a miracle substance, that helps, too. If I keep that up for a week or so until they start looking healed and I can start taking care of the nails again, I'll be able to resist on my own.
I hope I can manage it this time. I'd like to start getting manicures again. My hands look pretty nice with the weight loss and I'd also like to wear my rings again. I don't like to wear rings when my fingers look so shredded because I don't want to call attention to them.