A Taste of Their Own Medicine

I just read this article over at NyTimes.com and I instantly thought to myself: serves them right. Honestly I think the "boozification" of Rome is an awful thing, but if Italians want to complain about the behavior of tourists in their cities, then they need to take at look at their own behavior while touring other countries. Last year in Ireland you might recall my constant complaints about the horrendous attitudes and overall rudeness of the swarms of Italian students and tour-guides. It was awful, and they stood out amongst countless other nationalities represented on the streets of Galway like no other. I think it just goes to show that most people have no idea that they are being hypocrites when they complain about other people. We could all stand to scrutinize our own actions more often, because clearly we agree about many things on principal, we just don't like to admit our own guilt.

Quick update

Apparently my car wants to make me completely insane until it finally dies or I get the chance/$ to buy a new one. Last week, while driving, the drivers side door lock decided it never wanted to unlock again. NEVER. Ever. Not even after a million tries with the switch and the key and a mechanic taking the inside panel off and yanking and trying to get it to budge. So now I might have to have a body shop take the outside panel off (how?!?!), or perhaps the "$65 just to look at it and THEN we'll overcharge you for everything" dealership can help me out. Until then, I am getting my daily stretching in by crawling over the passenger side, often in heels, sometimes in a skirt. It ain't pretty.

ALSO, looks like us city-dwellers can save some money on Brita filters: the city of St. Louis was recently awarded the Best Tasting Water, by a council of city mayors. Read all about it here. And Nicole, make sure to spread the word to your picky volunteers when they beg for bottled water at the fair or the levee ;)

Payday just isn't my favorite day of the week.

I know that may sound strange, but honestly, I dislike payday pretty badly. In fact, I bet if I kept track of my mood for each day of the past two or three months, I am quite sure that every other Friday would count as some of my worst days. Totally absurd, especially for a girl who is nearly 5 months into her first "real job" post-college, and who is making a rather decent starting salary, right?

At first it was obviously fantastic to bring home that four-digit paycheck. I hadn't seen anything like it at Target unless there had been a holiday, which I also worked for time and a half, and maybe threw in a few dozen hours of overtime as well. But I quickly realized that I had to take control of my ever-increasing debts, especially since I was (am) young, healthy, and fresh off a two month stint of near-unemployment preceded directly by Christmas. That did NOT help things at all - unless of course, you work for Capital One. Then you might think my situation was fantastic and improving at a glorious pace. Hell, you'd even spontaneously raise my interest rate 5 points just for shits and grins. Get her while the plastic's hot, right?

Well luckily I saw through it all and mustered the guts to shove my credit card deep into the filing cabinet to cool off (replaced in my wallet by a never-swiped and therefore pure and untouchable unless in the most extreme emergency MasterCard, in case the '93 Honda just doesn't want to see it's 15th year of pavement). I even managed to convince Bank of America to give me a 0% interest rate card to transfer the dreaded balance to through next summer, so Mr. 13.8% APR could kiss it and I could make progress without $30 in interest every month.

However, I still had to dedicate myself to a new and drastically harsh pay-down plan if I was going to reap the full benefits of the 0% deal, clear my conscience, and get my credit into a good place for the looming car purchase and SOMEDAY allow myself the flexibility to save for a down payment so that I don't have to be at the mercy of my finicky furnace, drafty windows, and low-end AC units in this little oven/igloo I call home.

I should also mention the "other" credit card stuff I had to pay off before their promo rates expired this summer - there was the Discover that was "just for Christmas" (yeah right), and the couple hundred on the Firestone card after I dropped my car off for an oil change and some of the most expensive pieces of rubber and metal ever made. So it goes.

So I made up my mind, broke out the calculator and notepad, and budgeted myself into penny-pinching oblivion. All of that new-found wealth that I happily looked forward to every other Friday was now gone before the direct deposit had a chance to get say hello to the overdraft fees and $4 Subway debits it landed next to. Thanks to my near-psychotic online bill pay scheduling, I had those huge payments whisked away to never-never land at Visa, MasterCard, Discover, wherever, the moment my account went from near-red to black.

In the meantime, I've kept meticulous notes about the balances, calculated how many days till each was going to be paid off, showed myself best-case scenarios, worst-case scenarios, and scheduled my paycheck to have it's happy little four figures ripped apart well into '08.

It's enough to make a girl cry. Actually, it HAS made a girl cry. And pout, and whine, and moan, and sigh, and almost just give up. It's made me a real blast to hang out with on those Fridays, should you be so lucky. But I am starting to feel like I'm getting somewhere. The two little guys will be goners before the temperatures drop below 80 regularly again, and the big guy is going to see some serious dents before long. It's really really hard not to keep using my card though, and that makes me mad, too.

I don't want to throw away all my hard work and "sacrifice" (can you really count not being able to go out to dinner and shop at Whole Foods as a sacrifice when children are starving in North St. Louis?), but bridging the gap between that last $20 from the ATM on Monday and payday on Friday isn't easy. Actually, it's way TOO easy to just say screw it, I need this, I want this, it's so-and-so's wedding/bar mitzvah/first night out of the house in two months, whatever, and break out the plastic. I've done it a few times, but nothing too awful yet. I'd like to keep it that way.

So tomorrow I do NOT look forward to checking my account online, and seeing all of those automatic debits put in place before I even finish my first cup of coffee. What I WILL look forward to is the day when I DON'T see them there, perhaps sometime next June. It will have been worth it. In the meantime I'll continue to count the days, and also be praying that the Accord keeps running and that Andrew doesn't run out of MacGyver-like recipes to make do with the bachelor-like state of my refrigerator and pantry. At least chickpeas are cheap. I'll have all the hummus and falafel I can get, no credit card required.