It seems like everyone is struggling to make ends meet, especially in this day and age where the 35 and younger demographic are have to work multiple jobs, move back in with their parents, take on roommates, and delay the things they’ve wanted to do in their lives (like marriage, kids, vacations, luxuries etc) because they have become wage slaves.
Baristas at Starbucks think it’s a funny game to intentionally spell people’s names wrong.
Mistake number one: I married a woman who was only 19 (I was 24).
Sure, you can stay up all night, but really all you want to do is sleep.
We as Americans have been trained to think by the multinational conglomerates who make money off interest and our late payments that it’s an inescapable part of life.
A friend of mine just became the victim of serious identity theft. Someone used her social security info and other identity info to create a series of credit cards over the past seven years.
At 3am the other day, I successfully applied for and got a credit card for the first time. I am unsure how this affects my future. I am unsure as to what credit even is.
There are few things more truly upsetting than taking perfectly good leftovers and either tossing them out directly or letting them linger in the back of your refrigerator until they’re no longer edible.
And don’t get me wrong, I love Ramen noodles. I even have one of those bogus little cookbooks that teaches you 40 new and exciting ways to eat those packets of pure sodium and their little cardboard pasta squares. But we shouldn’t be relegated to that.
No, the most annoying thing about losing a debit card is the ambiguous seven-to-10 business day period when the bank promises to send you a brand new one. You wait and wait and wait and it doesn’t come but then, finally, it does. Why on earth do the banks insist on sending replacement cards at such a glacial pace, anyway?