Episode 1: The Phantom Payment
I know for the past 8 years I never paid much attention to money or finances because Maura took care of that for me. Now that I'm paying my own bills, I still get confused.
We had a huge balance on my CitiBank card because she transferred some of the other cards' balances to it a year ago. Like several thousand dollars. I told her I would handle all of it because she took care of my residual credit card debt when I first moved in with her 8 years ago and she basically got my credit rating out of the gutter, since I had over $60,000 on several cards a year earlier. That huge debt got taken care of in a way I'd rather not get into.
Anyway, I logged into my account today and there was a payment made for $475 that I can't trace.
I sure as hell didn't pay it, and Maura probably wouldn't do that. The only one I can think is is my Dad who is Montreal this week, so it probably wasn't him, but the have teh interweb in Canada, so maybe it was.
Fuck I hate dealing with money. As a 38 year old, you think I'd have gotten used to it. It's not like I'm a spendaholic. I hardly ever buy stuff for myself. I still wear the same ratty black scrubs to work that I've had for years. My computer is 4 years old. My iPod broke a year ago and I haven't replaced it. I only have 4 pairs of shoes. The last thing I bought (10 minutes ago was "Free Burma" shirt with Aung San Su Kyi on it (from a Burmese cow-orker).
I haven't flown to SF since March, though I'll be there for Thanksgiving.
Anyway, if I see you out, ask me to buy you something. I probably will because I don't yet know the value of money.
Here's today's picture:
The lyrics to the title track are about a drug dealer and includes the phrase "I make a couple of hundred in just one day."
I hate to break it to you Sascha, but if you're a drug dealer and you're only pulling down $200 bucks a day, your life is full of FAIL.
We had a huge balance on my CitiBank card because she transferred some of the other cards' balances to it a year ago. Like several thousand dollars. I told her I would handle all of it because she took care of my residual credit card debt when I first moved in with her 8 years ago and she basically got my credit rating out of the gutter, since I had over $60,000 on several cards a year earlier. That huge debt got taken care of in a way I'd rather not get into.
Anyway, I logged into my account today and there was a payment made for $475 that I can't trace.
I sure as hell didn't pay it, and Maura probably wouldn't do that. The only one I can think is is my Dad who is Montreal this week, so it probably wasn't him, but the have teh interweb in Canada, so maybe it was.
Fuck I hate dealing with money. As a 38 year old, you think I'd have gotten used to it. It's not like I'm a spendaholic. I hardly ever buy stuff for myself. I still wear the same ratty black scrubs to work that I've had for years. My computer is 4 years old. My iPod broke a year ago and I haven't replaced it. I only have 4 pairs of shoes. The last thing I bought (10 minutes ago was "Free Burma" shirt with Aung San Su Kyi on it (from a Burmese cow-orker).
I haven't flown to SF since March, though I'll be there for Thanksgiving.
Anyway, if I see you out, ask me to buy you something. I probably will because I don't yet know the value of money.
Here's today's picture:
The lyrics to the title track are about a drug dealer and includes the phrase "I make a couple of hundred in just one day."
I hate to break it to you Sascha, but if you're a drug dealer and you're only pulling down $200 bucks a day, your life is full of FAIL.