So, tomorrow (well, officially, today) my hot new girlfriend will be moving in with me.  I’m going to play her like a piano. 

(Side note:  I never WAS very good at talking dirty.  Can you tell?)

Also, a short correction from yesterday’s post.  Technically, Lillias is not the FIRST piano I’ve bought.  I bought a Yamaha Clavinova digital piano when I was in college, which I owned for six months and then traded in for a keyboard and a guitar.  (This was during my “I want to gig as a musician” phase which ended tragically when I musically vomited all over a Borders Bookstore in Provo, Utah and finally realized that the life of a gigging musician was so NOT for me.  The keyboard and guitar were later repossessed when I declared bankruptcy.

Anyway, while I’m extremely excited about my new roomie, my excitement has been more than a little tempered by my disappointment in myself concerning the whole monetary aspect of my piano.  I just spent $11,000 paying off credit cards, and I turn around less than two months later and buy a piano.  I still haven’t paid off my last credit card. 

What disappoints me the most, however, is that I emptied (and I mean emptied) out my bank account in order to make a decent down payment.  I bought the piano on Saturday, and then, on Sunday night, my windshield wipers stopped working on my car.  Normally, that wouldn’t be a HUGE issue, but let’s not forget where I live.  Sunday night, I was freaking out.  I have $8.23 left in my savings account right now.  And my next payday is not for another week and a half.  I’ve got plenty of food, I’m set for gas, I have paid all my bills for August, so I don’t NEED to spend any money between now and the next payday, but again, for the first time, I’m freaked out about the fact that I have nothing in my account.

Fortunately, the problems was just a bad fuse, which was extremely inexpensive to replace.  But if anything goes wrong in the next 9 days, I’m ska-rewed.

As I was laying awake early Monday morning, mentally flogging myself for being so stupid, I had a some realizations.

First: This is a major, major problem that needs to be resolved.

Second: My spending has gone far beyond just a simple lack of self-control

Third: My skills at justification are legendary.  But, as they say, justification is like masturbation.  You’re only screwing yourself.

Fourth: What I REALLY need is a spouse who will manage the household finances and give me an allowance.

Fifth: Since that’s not going to happen, I’m pretty much on my own.

Sixth: I’ve been on my own for 14 years, and I still haven’t managed to learn how to control my spending.

Sevenths: Spending is my drug

Eighth:  The time is far passed that I seek some professional help to get a hold of my spending.  So, I’m shopping around for a good counselor who has some experience with addiction.  I think it’s obvious that I’m trying to fill some void in my life with stuff.  I need to figure out ways to fill those voids in some other way, and I’m plumb out of ideas.  Maybe while I’m at it, I can also learn to let go of the overwhelming amount of guilt that I feel simply by being alive.  Jeez.  You’d think I was Catholic or something.  Of course, I can’t help but consider the irony of having to spend $300-$400 extra a month to see a counselor for a spending addiction.

In any case, in terms of paying for the piano, I will be able to make my monthly payments EASILY and still have a lot of extra money left over for paying off credit cards.  In fact, if I just stopped eating fast food, I could more than pay my monthly bill and have this piano paid off early.  And it would be good for me.  So, that’s my compromise with myself.  I can keep the piano, but I have to limit the fast food to no more than twice a month.  If I forget my lunch, I either drive home and get it or go without.  If I don’t feel like cooking, I’ll eat cereal.  No more excuses.  (And since we can all see how good I am at self-control

No, this time around, it’s more about my frustration over the lack of self-control that I seem to possess.  And my complete inability to deny myself anything I actually want. And my concern that I seem to be 100% incapable of saving because if I see money, I spend money.  If anyone knows of any good addiction counselors in the Bellevue/Redmond area, please let me know.  (Privately would be fine.)

Coming soon, Lillias and I make sweet, sweet music together.

  • Merrick Bank Credit Card…PAID IN FULL
  • Dell Financial Services Credit Card…PAID IN FULL
  • Kohl's Credit Card…PAID IN FULL
  • Chase / Best Buy Credit Card…PAID IN FULL
  • Capital One Platinum Card…PENDING

That's right.  In one fell swoop (or rather four fell swoops.  Or is that fells swoop?) I have cut my credit card debt load down from about $16,000 to less than $5,000 and have decreased the number of cards with a balance by 80%.  I have one card left to go, then I will be credit card debt free.  This weekend, I will call up and cancel the Dell account so I can't get myself into trouble on that front again, and the rest of the cards I can't use because I don't have the actual cards. 

I wish I could say that it feels good, but I have to be honest:  It doesn't.  For about a week, I had well over $12,000 in my bank account…something I've never experienced before.  It was nice having that kind of money in my account, of feeling what it as like being able to go to a store and buy something I wanted or needed without having to worry about if I have enough money to afford it.  I could have paid cash for a few major purchases that I've been wanting for years and years and years.  (A piano, some expensive recording gear, the down payment for my Xterra…)

Having declared bankruptcy, and then having built up all this debt again, it's been hard for me to get a grasp on how sick I am when it comes to the way I look at money.  Even today, as I was waiting for the funds from that $11K check to clear in order to pay off my credit cards, I spent my lunch break surfing around Sweetwater.com, and had decided to buy about $2,800 worth of professional recording equipment because I had convinced myself that I needed it for recording audiobooks…despite the fact that I haven't sold a single copy of any of my audiobooks to anyone other than family.  (Note: I didn't actually buy the equipment, but it was a close call…)

Tonight, as I was paying off these bills, I was actually rather depressed.  Not because I had gotten myself to this point, but because I didn't want to be using this money to pay off the debts.  I really wanted to be spending it.  The problem with paying off debt is that it's not exciting.  There's no satisfaction or the thrill I get spending money and buying new things.  I know it's shallow and materialistic of me, but I really like buying new things.  I LOVE spending money.  It makes me feel powerful and important…feelings that I rarely feel in everyday life.

I think that I also get extremely discouraged because I look at the $11K I just threw toward credit card companies.  I know what it took to get me there.  I know how hard it was to save up even that much…and how utterly I failed at being frugal during that time.  I know how much CRAP I bought, and how much money I've thrown away.  And then I look at the remaining $85,000 of debt I've got to deal with, and it just seems like an impossible mountain to climb.  Sure, it's for a reasonably priced car and for an education–at least half of which has been beneficial in drastically increasing my earning potential–but it's still debt.  If it took me 3 years to save up the money for these cards, and I had to drain my retirement account in order to pay off them off, how much longer will I be paying off the rest of my debts?

I need to take my minor victory here, and try to be glad that I'm nearly out of credit card debt.  I just hope to heaven that I can manage to keep this up.  I can't afford to slip back into this trap of debt again. 

So, anyway, I've paid off four of my five credit cards!  Yay for me!

This is another chapter of the continuing saga of my debt, bankruptcy, getting into debt, and trying (this time without bankruptcy) to get out of debt entirely.  I’m far too lazy to go look up all the other entries and link them here so if you’re interested, you can do your own darn work.  Ya whippersnapper!

I started my last job in September of 2007.  It was the first time in my life where I worked for a company that actually provided me with a 401k, let alone a 401k match.  I would contribute 5% of each paycheck, and they would contribute 4%.  It was cool.  (Less cool: when they cut the 401k match to 2%…but that wasn’t entirely the company’s fault.)  Plus, the money was locked away and I couldn’t do anything with it, so that was good too.

Well, when I left that job a month ago (!) and started my new job, I had a decision to make.  As I saw it, I had one of two options.  I could

  • Keep the money where it was and hope that something good happened to it,
  • Roll the money over into an IRA where I could have a little more control, or
  • Withdraw the money, pay the penalties and taxes, and then use what I had saved to pay off credit cards.

I thought a lot about it, asked my parents, did the math, and eventually decided that the best use of that money was option #3–I was going to empty out the 401k, then pay off my credit cards.  My credit cards have interest rates between 23% and 30%, while my 401k/IRA would only be likely to average 12% a year.  Plus, I’m currently paying about $500 a month in credit card bills that, once these are paid off, I will be able to funnel into my retirement.  So, I figured that, overall, this would be a much better move.

Let’s talk about those credit cards, shall we?

Merrick Bank

Merrick Bank focuses on finding people who are in the thralls of bankruptcy hearings, and then offers them credit cards under the guise of helping them rebuild their credit.  They start with miniscule limits of $500 and 29.9% interest rates, gradually increasing the credit limit as you prove you can handle the payments.  The also try to upsell you on everything under the sun.  You can’t log into your account without being assaulted by another offer to get credit protection or insurance or some such thing.  This account is still open, but I no longer have the card.  I cut it up. 

Credit Limit: $1850.  Utilized Limit: $1387

Chase / Best Buy

This card was originally a Circuit City card which I used to buy my television back in the fall of 2007.  I used the card because I got a minor discount, plus a 24-month same as cash payment plan.  When Circuit City closed, Chase EVER so kindly just switched my card from Circuit City to Best Buy.  We all know me and electronics, though.  I’ve actually paid this card off in full THREE times in the last three years.  I finally got so tired of paying the card off over and over again, so I cut this card up as well.  The account is still open, but since I have no card, it’s a little tricky to use.

Credit Limit: $1,500.  Utilized Limit: $1154

Kohl’s

I actually just got this card back in February, and I only got it so I could get all the deals.  I pay this card off in full every month.  I’ve never paid any interest on this card, and I have no intention of doing so.  (It also helps that a) the card has a very small limit and b) that there’s nothing at Kohl’s all that expensive.)

Credit Limit: $400.  Utilized Limit: $68.

Dell

Ah, Dell.  I have no idea why they keep giving me credit…but they do.  I originally had a Dell account back before the bankruptcy.  Back then (making my $12,000 a year) I had a limit of $3,800.  Of course, the fact that Dell sells computers is a trouble spot for me, but where I really get into trouble is in their digital camera section.  All of my digital cameras from 2001 onward have come from Dell.  After the bankruptcy, I got the line of credit again because I had a studio computer that died and painful and ignominious death, and needed to be replaced quickly.  That wasn’t so bad.  Then I started buying camera gear, and quickly maxed out the line.  This line of credit doesn’t come with a card–all I need is my social security # and my mother’s maiden name, and I can make purchases.  So I will actually be closing this account out once it’s paid off. 

Credit Limit: $5,500.  Utilized Limit: $5,438.

Capital One

Capital One another company that had given me a credit card before the "Big B" and a few years afterwards, gave me a Platinum card.  (I guess the fact that three years after bankruptcy I had a credit score in the low-mid 700s looked pretty good to them.)  This is also the only actual credit card that I carry around in my wallet.  I originally got it for "emergencies" and, for the most part, that’s how I’ve used it.  It’s nearly maxed out as well, but that’s from dentist visits (5 cavities and a crown), glasses, new tires for the car, doctor’s visits, etc.  I’ve also nickeled and dimed myself a bit with this card…picking up a video game here or there, or maybe a pair of shoes.  But mostly big ticket expenses.  They keep upping my credit limit which is flattering in a way, but also dangerous.  My plan with this card, once paid off, is to ask them to lower the credit limit down to about $3000-$4000, and then keep it just for emergencies.  And discipline myself to use it ONLY for emergencies.

Credit Limit: $5550.  Utilized Limit: $5397.

 

It’s pretty obvious that I just don’t have control when it comes to my credit.  So, despite all the advice to the contrary, I will be closing out the credit accounts as I pay them off.  I’ll take a small hit to my credit score, but since I am not going to be buying either a car OR a house in the next long while, and I still have a Bankruptcy on my record for another year and a half, I’m sure I’ll be fine.  Plus, I’m still paying on my car payment and on my student loans, so it’s not like I’m going to be out of the credit score game any time soon.

So, a couple of days ago, I initiated the process of emptying out the 401k.  I will get charged 20% taxes on the contributions (which is actually less than I pay in taxes on my regular income) plus a 10% penalty for withdrawing the funds early.  In about two weeks, I should get a check for the remainder, which should help me pay off Best Buy, Dell, Merrick, and about a third of the Capital One.  Then, with those other monthly payments freed up, I should be able to get that paid off by the end of the year.  I am planning on keeping that account open for emergencies (and because it’s got the lowest interest rates of all of my accounts.)

So, assuming all goes well, I could finally be credit card debt free by the end of the year.  Now if I can just keep from talking myself into buying a new mattress (which I actually do kindof need) or a new car (which I don’t) or any new computers (other than the laptop I just bought myself for my birthday), I’ll be in good shape.

Oh yeah! And I actually paid off my first student loan last week!  (Only $67,000 more to go…)

I can’t even begin to tell you what kind of party I’m going to have on the day I finally pay off all of my debt.  It’s going to be AWESOME.  I’m taking all my (2) friends out dinner.  My treat.  I’ll just charge it.

(KIDDING!)

So, since the beginning of the year (minus one little "slip up" in January), I’ve been doing extremely well with my financial overhaul.  I’ve been able to save quite a bit of money in a short amount of time, I’ve cut down my expenses quite a bit, and I’ve even managed to pay off one of my credit cards.  This is good because, starting in May, my student loans from my (wasted) years studying musical theater at BYU and my (far more financially beneficial) years at Walden have now entered the repayment phase.

In 25 years, when I’m finally finished paying off said loans (assuming I haven’t died of a heart attack or old age or, I don’t know, having my face eaten by a rabid squirrel) I’m going to throw the MOTHER of all parties.  It’ll be such an awesome party that I’ll have to get a loan just to afford it!  Either that or I’ll just go out to a really nice dinner with a few friends.  Assuming I have any left by then.  At the rate I go through friends… Maybe I’ll just celebrate by cleaning the dead hookers out of my storage unit.

Anyway…money.  So, one of the things that I’ve done to put a halt to my spending is force myself to use the stuff that I already have.  I mean, let’s be honest…I’ve got a pretty sweet setup.  I have a recording studio that’s capable of doing some pretty amazing things.  I have a killer entertainment system.  I have a Netflix and Gamefly memberships.  I have a Kindle filled with unread books.  I have an awesome camera and killer lenses.  I don’t need any new equipment, and I SURE as heck don’t need any new hobbies.  It’s time to use what I’ve purchased.  And I’m actually enjoying the process.  I recorded a new song.  I’ve finished another audiobook.  I’ve taken tons of pictures.  I’ve been playing my video games, watching movies, and reading quite a bit.

It’s rather freeing to not follow all the new trends, or to be salivating over the latest and greatest technological toys.  I went to Fry’s Electronics on Saturday with Billy, and, for the third time in a row, I walked all over the store and didn’t buy anything.  I couldn’t find anything I really wanted.  Weird.

However, as a direct result of my desperate attempt not to spend money that I didn’t need to, I’ve also found myself extremely reticent not to spend money on things I do need to spend money on.  Like my horrifyingly boring wardrobe.  My clothing, while never the height of style, has gotten to a critical state.  I’m moved from well-dressed office worker to sloppy technology worker and appear to be well on my way to a front page feature on PeopleofWalmart.com

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Let’s do a little trip through time, shall we:

  • Elementary School – Tory Holdren told me that my U of M shirt and pegged, acid-wash Lee jeans were the most stylish thing she had ever seen me wear, and since it was the first (and only) time I had ever been complimented on my clothing, I ended up wearing it about three times a week until the kids at school noticed and started making fun of me.  Never wore it again.
  • Early Jr. High – Wore Skidz unironically.
  • Late Jr. High – Wore mustard yellow shorts, royal purple long-sleeved shirt, and brown & black penny loafers with white socks. Unironically
  • High School – Oversized flannel shirts for 4 years.  Only mild irony expressed. It was the "Garage Band Alternative" era, after all.
  • Mission – Two years of suits with short-sleeved shirts, pleated pants, and ties with backpacks and bike helmets.  It’s impossible to look stylish in that ensemble.
  • College – Wore cutoff sweatpants, track pants, and t-shirts for five years because, hey, it’s hard to do modern dance in slacks and a button-up shirt.  Recognized the irony, but since everyone else I spent time with wore the same thing, the irony was lost.  Not lost: Swass.
  • Post College – Tried to be ultra trendy and preppy.  Epic fail.  Tried to combine expensive pretty (Banana Republic) with Goodwill finds.  Ended up wearing a white suede blazer and ugly black and white stripped shirt that was too short and too big at the same time.  Not a good look.
  • Buff Period – Got really buff for about two years.  Bought a bunch of clothes that were WAY too small for me in order to show of my newly-acquired and short-lived muscles.  Felt a little more sexy.  Looked like I had forgotten what S, M, and L meant on my clothing tags.
  • Microsoft Period – A work environment where it is considered appropriate to wear tank tops and shorts, sandals with socks, to walk around the common areas without shoes, or to wear your biking lyrcra around the office during the day.  Gave up on trying to be stylish.  Also, got fat.  So, the too-small muscle clothing of the buff phase became embarrassingly small and, in some cases, physically painful to wear.

Of particular concern is my summer wardrobe.  Microsoft has chosen to keep its buildings to a balmy 60 degrees during the summer to help keep the billions of computer systems scattered through the campus from boiling.  So, it’s too cold at work to wear summer clothing.  Hell, half of my team wears snuggies.  (But at least they do it ironically).  Plus, I usually only do my clothes shopping around Christmas time when I just want to be in the mall walking around and soaking up the holiday spirit, which means that I’ve got sweaters and long-sleeved shirts galore, but nothing for nice, warm weather. 

So, it was with this in mind that I decided it was an absolute necessity to get some work-appropriate and play-appropriate summer clothing.  I mean, I am starting a new job.  Maybe they will have realized that 72 degrees is the recognized standard for room temperature.  That, and my short-sleeved shirts were starting to fall apart, and the polo shorts got that nasty curled-up collar that you can’t get straight even with an iron.  Most were so small that my gut was starting to peek out the bottom, which is SO not cute.  Plus, I desperately needed some new shoes for running, since I really want to be able to start buttoning my pants again and I flat-out refuse to go up ANOTHER size.

So I went shopping this weekend.  And like most things I do, when I go shopping, I go shopping all the way.  Behold:

 

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Let me take a moment to answer the question I know you’re asking.  Yes. I did, in fact, lay out all of my purchases and photograph them.  Using the things I have, remember?  Just be glad I didn’t do a "haul" video on YouTube.  I almost considered doing one.  It would have been totally dripping with irony.  But irony that requires that much effort isn’t really my thing.  Also not my thing…mannequins dressed up with layered shirts where both shirts have a collar?  Button up shirt over a polo shirt?  Is that a thing?  I hope not.  Because it looks even more stupid than popped collars on polo shirts, which look even more stupid now than they did in 1984…and they didn’t look particularly cool in 1984.  I’m just sayin’.

Anyway, I ended up with

  • Three Polo Shirts
  • Three Button-Up Shirts
  • One T-Shirt
  • One Pair Jeans
  • One Pair Brown Khaki/Jean pants
  • One Pair Black/White plaid shorts
  • Black & White Houndstooth Converse Hi-Tops
  • Brown canvas slip-ons
  • White Sneakers
  • Black Running Shoes
  • New White T-Shirts
  • New White Socks – I have a thing about socks.

I was able to get this all without having to put a penny on a credit card…which may not seem like a big deal, but it’s huge for me.  I actually ended up going to the bank before I started my spree at the mall, pulled out the cash I had budgeted for, and promised myself that I wouldn’t spend any more than that.  And I stuck to my guns.  (I even had $33 left over!)

Of course, now that I got all this nice summer clothing, it turned overcast, rainy, and cold.  Well, it turned cold.  It’s always overcast and rainy.  And, since I’ll still be at Microsoft for the next four days (!) I can’t wear any of this stuff until I leave.  Here’s to hoping the new office isn’t frigid…

So now, I have to clean out the old, ugly, no-longer-fitting clothes, bag them up, and take them to Goodwill.  And best of all, that means that when (not if…WHEN) I lose the 20 pounds I’ve gained by sitting on my fat A@# at Microsoft over the last three years and eating like a Bulemic who remembers the binge but forgets the purge, then I’ll have an excuse to pull out another wad of cash and go shopping again.

I have struggled to manage my personal finances for the last decade…and mighty has been the struggle thereof.  Education was not the problem.  I knew I shouldn't be charging up the credit cards.  I knew I should be saving and investing my money.  No, education wasn't the problem.  Self-control was the problem.  I knew what I should and shouldn't be doing, but I also knew that, really, I deserved the things I was buying.  Or, more accurately, I completely convinced myself that, not only did I deserve them, but I needed them.

As part of my continuing path toward developing better financial self control, I listen to podcasts about money issues.  In one recent episode, I heard an interview between two columnists from financial publications talking about the state of the financial system.  Over the last several months, the economy has begun to pick up again, after two and a half years of a very bad recession–the kind of recession that has the power to change people's financial behavior.  These two columnists, who were supposed to be in a point-counterpoint type of argument, were discussing what changes we could expect to see from the general public following this recession.  They both agreed that there really aren't going to be any lasting changes in behavior as a result of one of the worst financial meltdowns in American history.  The savings rate went up for a little while, but it was always one of the lowest in the world, and it's already started back down again.  Wall Street has already started recklessly throwing their money around again–doing risky things with it and pissing it away on massive salaries and bonuses.  People who call into the show are already starting to ask about whether it would be a good idea to take out a HELOC (Home Equity Line of Credit) to buy something they don't need.  Credit card spending was down, but it's starting to rise again.  And all of this despite a nationwide unemployment rate of well over 9%.

I've thought a lot about this financial crisis over the last few years.  I actually predicted the burst of the housing bubble in this post about four months before it happened.  It has been interesting to watch, both from the point of view of an MBA student learning about the financial system, but also as a person who has a good job, lives in a nice location largely unaffected by the recession, and who was entirely unscathed by the financial system.  I didn't have anything invested at the time of the market collapse, so really, I've benefitted quite a bit.  I was able to invest money when the market was at the bottom.  I bought low.  So, my perspective of the financial crisis is different from someone who was affected directly.  And I've been thinking a lot about the causes–not the economic causes, because those are fairly well understood.  Rather, I'm more interested in the social causes.  What made the culture buy the houses they couldn't afford?  What made the culture spend insane amounts of money in credit card debt that they couldn't repay?  What caused the Wall Street culture to gamble so flagrantly with other people's money?

Over the last 100 years, the nature of being a working man has changed significantly.  For much of history, a person's career path was determined by the career path of their parents.  So much so that family names were often determined by what a person's family did (e.g., Smith, Cooper).  And that was only for those fortunate enough to have a family career path.  Many had to resort to simply picking up whatever day labor they could or, in extreme cases, selling themselves on the street.  Many of the people who came to this country in the early stages of its development came as indentured servants or, far worse, slaves.

In an environment such as this, work had a very different meaning than it does today.  Much like those whose marriages are arranged and never have the opportunity to choose their spouses, many men and women in history never got the choice to be what they wanted to be.  Their path was established for them before they were born, and there was precious little opportunity to diverge from that path.  It is likely that, in most cases, the simple fact that choices for alternatives didn't exist actually helped people to enjoy their work–they knew that they would continue to do the work they knew, and they found ways to adapt.  Or, they simply lived in ignorance that something "better" was out there.  And in the case of the workman of the past, it's quite possible that ignorance really was bliss.

But something began to happen in the workforce around the time of the industrial revolution, and exploded after the conclusion of World War II.  The working economy changed, and education became so readily available that people began to see other alternatives than the life established by their parents.  People began to expand and move past the well-established family farms and businesses.  The rise of the office worker and the death of the agrarian and manufacturing economy in the United States helped to expedite the departure from ancestral employment.

Along with, or perhaps as a result of, the increase in employment flexibility and education over the last century, a great change has taken place in the way we talk about work with our children.  No longer do we assume that a child is born into a line of work or a station in life.  Instead, there is constant reassurance that "you can be anything you want to be."  That message is everywhere.  It's repeated like a mantra in children's programming.  It's preached from the pulpit of the public schools.  It's built into the fairy-tale endings of nearly every form of popular media.  It's even preached (far more insidiously) in the realm of higher education.  I can vividly recall my professors in college telling me, "It doesn't really matter what you study.  What's important is that you get a college degree."  The message of "you can be anything you want to be" has become thoroughly and completely ingrained into our societal subconscious.

There's only one problem with that.  It's not really true.

'Come along, Chadwick,' said Father, pulling the boy roughly by the hand. 'But Papa!' came the plaintive wail--'the cows, the cows, the cows, the cows!'
Comic courtesy of Wondermark by David Malki

The consistent repetition of the mantra "You can be whatever you want to be" is, in many ways, a great disservice to the youth of the world.  What the Sesame Streets and Musical Theatre professors of the world never tell you is that, chances are, it doesn't matter how hard you work or how hard you study–you probably won't be able to be anything you want to be.  Most people go through lives doing work that they don't particularly enjoy or care about.  Precious few find the jobs that help them to feel as though they fulfilled their calling, or that they have achieved some greater status.  The majority of people won't be rich, they won't be wildly successful, they won't be the top of their field.  They will just be normal, regular people.  They work to live, not live to work.  Some people despise every second of their working lives and can't wait for the instant they can retire.  But the collective "they" never tell you that.  The heads of youth are filled with dreams of grandeur and great possibility, and, far more dangerously, an undeserved and unearned sense of entitlement.

I have witnessed the result of this shortcoming both in myself and in others over the last 16 years of my working life.  People walk into jobs with a sense of entitlement: they will get promoted quickly or will get large raises–not because they've earned the right, but because "I can be whatever I want to be."  I have had jobs in the past where I felt as though I was being treated like cattle heading toward the slaughter or, especially in the theater, a human set piece.  And it infuriated me.  I had gone to college.  I had studied my craft.  I had worked hard.  And I knew that I deserved better.  I had jobs where I started my first day feeling as though, because I had "put in my dues" and worked hard, that I deserved respect, despite the fact that I had never done anything to earn that respect.  Workers who don't come to work, do illegal things at work, or fail to perform even the basic functions of their jobs, then scream "foul" when they are called out.

Aside from an deserved sense of entitlement, we as a society fail to explain to our youth that the natural functions of life also block off opportunity.  Ugly Betty tells us that if we just put in our dues, we'll go from being a frumpy nobody to a glamorous, beautiful, and successful person.  The Biggest Loser tells us that if we can go to "The Ranch" and get screamed at by a couple of pretty trainers for four months, we'll lose 150 pounds and win $250,000.  Well, my physical appearance means that, no matter how hard I work, I'll never look like a "leading man."  My lack of coordination means that I will never make millions playing basketball for the NBA.  The gap in my front teeth means that I'll never be asked to be a model for a toothpaste commercial.  My eyesight means that I'll never be allowed to fly an experimental jet plane for the military.  No amount of hard work, study, practice, training, or stick-to-itiveness (thanks for the word, Principle Skinner) will undo these physical obstacles.

"They" also neglect to explain the consequence of choices.  I'm not talking about the good vs. bad choices taught in Sunday School.  I'm talking about the directional choices.  The choices, not of right and wrong, but of option.  Every choice you make opens up hundreds of new avenues.  But at the same time, it also closes off millions of other avenues.  My dogged insistence on studying musical theater and my decision to pursue it for several years, meant that for the rest of my life, my work history and resume has an anomaly that I have to either minimize, rationalize, or lie about in order to make it make disappear.  It meant that, in order to become credentialed to be taken seriously for the types of jobs I wanted to have after I retired from performing, I would have to spend two years and tens of thousands of dollars getting an advanced degree.  As a result, I will be paying for my five years of musical theater for the next twenty five.  And that limits a lot of my choices.

If the point of the educational system is to prepare the youth of today to become the adults of tomorrow, I think it's time we as a culture re-evaluate the messages we are sending our children.  While I think it's a good thing to inspire the young to experiment and try new things, that experimentation needs to be coupled with blunt honesty.  People need to be told that sometimes, they're just not good enough–that they've got the wrong aptitude for what they're trying to do.  It will either spur them to improve or redirect them into more suitable paths.  Instead, we've developed a wishy-washy educational culture where there are no winners or losers, and where everyone gets an award just for showing up and participating.  A culture where you're good enough just the way you are, or where you are so sheltered from the consequences of making mistakes, you never really get an opportunity to learn and grow from those mistakes. 

The reality of the world, particularly the working world, is that sometimes, even if you work hard, your efforts will go unnoticed or unappreciated.  Sometimes, you won't get what you think you deserve.  Sometimes, nobody needs or even wants your opinion.  And sometimes they do.  Rather than teaching our culture that hard work is the avenue by which you can accomplish great things and become exactly the person you want to become, maybe we should instead teach the culture that hard work is, in and of itself, the true goal.  That building a life of peace is more important that building another giant McMansion that will end up in foreclosure the next time the stock market crashes.  That sometimes, what you have (and nothing more) is exactly the right amount.

And most of all, that sometimes, no matter how hard you try, maybe all your wildest dreams won't come true.  And that's okay.

So, I’m thinking of starting a new feature here at the One Off Blog called "Places I’m Not Allowed to Go" in which I shame myself publically for having no self control over the spending of money.  There are certain stores which have an almost siren-like allure to me, calling me into a whirling vortex of spending from which I can never escape.  Today’s featured store?  Kohl’s.

I don’t really know why, but something about Kohl’s is like crack to me.  Whoever designed their retailing concept is an absolute genius.  For those of you who don’t understand the joy that is Kohl’s, first I will weep for you, then I will explain.  Kohl’s is like a cross between JC Penny and Target, but with better clothes and decor, much lower prices, and aerosolized crack pumped through the HVAC system. You can get clothing, shoes, home decor, kitchen, bed, and bath stuff, and small appliances.  They usually have a very good selection of stuff, and reasonable prices.

The thing about Kohl’s, however, is not what they are selling, but HOW they sell it.  It’s hard to go to Kohl’s and find something that’s not on sale.  Usually, pretty much everything is on sale all the time.  They have regular promotions using "Kohl’s Cash" where, for every $50 you spend, they give you a gift certificate for another $10.  If you put your purchase on your Kohl’s card, they let you do a scratch-off thing to see if you get an additional 15%, 20%, or 30% off your entire order.  You can always get coupons for something.  And it’s not like they jack up their regular prices in order to offset the discounts.  You can find identical or comparable items at the non-discounted price at any major retailer.  I don’t know how they manage to do it, but they do.

The result of all this discount chicanery is that I am NEVER able to walk into Kohl’s with a list of specific items I need and walk out without something I didn’t need.  All those 75% off signs just do me in.

Case in point: Last night, I needed to get new pillows as part of my biannual pillow replacement project due to my propensity to drool while I sleep.  I wanted to get two queen pillows, and that’s it.  Well, the pillows, normally priced $20 were 50% off.  While I was looking at the pillows I noticed that, on the endcap behind me, there were bedspreads on sale for 80% off.  I recently got a new bed and mattress pad, and my existing bedspread wasn’t big enough with the extra height to be tucked in…something that’s mandatory if you have a platform bed.  So I found a bedspread for $30 after discount.  Since I got a new bedspread, and I had new pillows, I needed to get new sheets as well, because my old sheets were the deep-pocket kind, so they didn’t really fit on my mattress.  But that was okay, because they were 600 count sheets and were 60% off.  And I also had to get matching pillow cases, which were 75% off.  Then, I figured that, since they were having such a great sale on bed and bath items, that I should pick up some new towels for the guest room since the towels I have in there are like using terrycloth sandpaper.  They were 50% off. 

And, of course, I put the whole amount on my Kohl’s card (don’t worry, I’ll pay it all off next bill), which netted me an extra 15% off the whole order.  Overall, I got about $350 worth of stuff for about $130, AND, I got $20 in Kohl’s Cash which I can use starting on Monday–which is awesome right?  Except for the part where I was only supposed to go into the store to get two queen-sized pillows.  And that is why Kohl’s has now been added to the list of "Places I’m Not Allowed to Go."

Coming up Next: Fry’s Electronics, Guitar Center.

My tax return came last Friday (I did my return ridiculously early this year), and I’ve been enjoying the opportunity to use some of that tax return money in productive ways. 

For instance:

  • I purchase sound treatments for the "booth" in the new recording studio (a.k.a., the walk-in closet in the 2nd bedroom of the new apartment)
  • I bought a few cables and accessories for said recording booth
  • I put a large chunk in savings
  • I made a large dent in one of my credit cards
  • I am able to schedule the 30K mile service on my car now
  • I have started buying necessities for my upcoming backpacking trip
  • And best of all, I bought a new bed!

 

 

NewBed

It’s sleek and modern, but still has a nice warm dark brown color, which perfectly matches all the other furniture in my bedroom.  Plus, I just got a fantastic 4" memory foam mattress topper on my bed which is so amazing, it prevented me from having to buy another mattress (and thus allowed for the purchase of the bed–it was going to have to be one or the other.)  Unfortunately, the addition 4" on the mattress doesn’t seem like much, but it was getting a little difficult for Luke to get up on the bed with me at night time, so a slightly lower bed frame will be much appreciated I believe.

I got this beauty on a very good sale ($500 off).  For the first time since I was a little kid, I will actually have a bed with a headboard instead of just a mattress and box springs on a bed frame.  I can get rid of that butt ugly bed skirt that I’ve been using to hide the wheeled frame under my bed. 

I know it’s so cliche, but I love buying real adult furniture…you know: the kind you don’t have to put together out of a box.  That’s the best! 

I will wait until the bed comes in a couple of weeks before I post pictures of the new place.

Last year, I donated a little bit of money to a couple of different charities.  And when I say little, I really do mean little.  I probably donated about $50 here at there at the cash register of my local grocery stores and pet stores.  I gave a bit of money to a couple of different charities at work.  I bought a couple of small gifts for the giving tree, and that’s about it.  My giving was unfocused and unresearched.  Most of the charities to which I gave don’t have any personal meaning to me, I don’t know anything about the way my money will be used, and in most cases, I can’t even remember the names of the charities. 

So this time around, I’m focusing my efforts a little more.  Rather than whittle away my giving dollars $1, $2, or $5 at a time through cash register donations, I am actively researching charities that do work I support, that are responsible stewards of the funds donated, and that make a real difference in the world.  I have a couple of charities on my list that mean a lot to me (a local no-kill animal shelter, for instance).  I have a pretty narrow world-view sometimes though, and so far my list of charities seems a little, for lack of a better word, unimportant in the grand scheme of things.  For example, I enjoy NPR a lot, and want to support them, but I have a hard time setting aside 50% of my giving budget to a radio news program when there are people starving all over the world.

So I would be interested to hear from my readers about their favorite charities.  Who do you give your money to?  I know that most of the people who read this blog probably give a good 10% (if not more) to the LDS church, and you can assume that if I know you’re LDS, then that’s a given.  I’m talking about the non-church related charities.  And how do you give?  Do you crochet blankets to send to third-world countries?  Do you give to micro-finance organizations.  Do you spend your weekends working on Habitat for Humanity projects?  Do you write a check or have a certain amount deducted from your account monthly?  Do you volunteer at the soup kitchen on the holidays?  And, more importantly, do you feel like your giving is actually appreciated by the recipients?  What giving do you do that you feel helps people get back on their feet and help themselves?  Or do you feel like it is more important to help those who simply can’t ever help themselves?

To help understand why I ask these particular questions, let me relate a story.  A few years ago, one of the wards that I attended had a service project where they went to the local Ronald McDonald House to prepare and serve a Thanksgiving dinner for the kids and their families stuck in the hospital over the holidays.  Great idea, right?  Well, the food was provided by the Ronald McDonald House, the House’s staff had done all the cooking, and all we were there to do was to stand behind the counter and dish out the food to the folks as they stood in line, like it was a school cafeteria.  In my mind, the RMH could have just as easily set it up buffet style, and done without 25-30 people standing around and getting in the way.  In fact, the feeling I got from the kitchen staff is that we were more of a nuisance than we were a help.  There weren’t even enough stations for everyone to have a chance to interact with the patients.  About half of the group stood back in the kitchen talking and joking, and never paying attention to the kids or their families.  Before the meal was even over, the group had disbanded to go back home with their families and enjoy their own Thanksgiving.  They didn’t mingle with/try to cheer up the kids, put on little skits or a talent show, or even help clean up the kitchen.  In the end, I heard several people say things like, "It really helps to remind me that other people have it so much harder than I do" or "This experience helped me feel thankful for the gift of health."  The whole purpose of the exercise, it turned out, was not to actually help people who needed it, but rather to serve as a reminder that other people had it worse off.  It was sterile, unimportant, and meaningless giving, in my mind. 

Don’t get me wrong.  If going to a homeless shelter on Thanksgiving and ladling out soup is really helpful, then I’m all for it.  But I’m not interested in sterile giving, or giving to assuage some sense of middle-class guilt.  I don’t want to give so I can remember how good I’ve got it.  Yeah, that may be a side effect of my participation or my giving, but that shouldn’t be the purpose for it.

So, readers, to whom do you give and why?  Help me consider a few options I’ve not considered before. 

This message is brought to you by the Matthew S. and Luke Q. Armstrong Foundation

I have had this goal of getting my financial live in some semblance of order for a few years now–since 2005 when I declared bankruptcy and promised myself I’d never go down that road again.  (We all know how that turned out…).  In any case, I have had a desire to get out of debt and to get some money saved up.  To have an emergency fund.  To buy a house with a yard, a couple of fruit trees, and unfinished basement that I can turn into a killer recording studio, and more than one bedroom, in a tract house that we share, somewhere that’s green.  (*Cue the Alan Menken Music*)

2009 was supposed to the year that I managed to get my fiscal act together.  And to that, I have only one thing to say:

 

I sucked it up HARD this year when it comes to managing my money.  I managed to pay off nearly all of my credit card debt and then, in four short months, filled up my cards with almost $9,000 in debt.  IN FOUR MONTHS!  I have less than $1000 in my emergency fund.

But worst of all, really and truly worst of all, is the amount of total and completely CRAP that I purchased this year.  Last week before I went home for Christmas, I did a little evaluation to determine how much money I’ve spent of stuff I didn’t need.  This is really special:

Acoustic Guitar 700
Electric Guitar 600
Disc Duplicator 1700
Digital Camera 1800
Color Laser Printer 400
AKG 414 Microphone 1000
Rode NTG-2 Microphone 350
Heil PR40 Microphone 400
Studio Computer 1100
External Drives 500
Xbox 200
Kindle 500
Memory Cards 200
Netbook 100
Ink and Blank CDs 250
Gardening Implements 300
Grill 300
Water Cooler 200
Electric Razor 150
Furnishings 1500
Video Games 400
Kitchen Applicanes 500
Christmas Tree 140
Headphones 150
Camera Flash 450
Recording Software 200
iPhone 3GS 500
Break Contract Fee 175
Verizon Droid & Accessories 350
Guitar Lessons 400
Clothing 1500
Surround Sound System 700
Unnecessarily Generous Gifts 1200
   
Total 18915
 
And this is certainly not an exhaustive list.  It’s just all I could come up with in about 30 minutes of brainstorming.  I’m sure there’s more that I’ve forgotten. 
 
I don’t include this list of content to brag, but rather to prove my point:  When it comes to my personal finances, I’m completely broken.  If I had saved this money instead of spending it on stuff I didn’t need, I could have probably saved a 7-8% down payment on a condo.  I could have invested it in the stock market and made a 50% gain when the market rallied at the end of the year.  I could have made a couple of huge donations to my favorite charities.  I could have focused on building a retirement fund.  I could be out of credit card debt.  I could have bought the new glasses I need, gone to the dentist (it’s been nearly a year), or taken my car in for its 30K maintenance.  Instead, I have a closet and storage unit full of things I don’t particularly need, a mountain of debt, and a voluminous sense of personal failure. 
 
Intellectually, I realize that I shouldn’t be spending money on things like this.  When I get into the spending "zone," it’s like I lose all self control, and I can’t focus on anything else until I have purchased the item of my desires.  And really, I should know better.  In the last year, I’ve watched the nation’s unemployment balloon to well over 10%.  I have seen my friends lose jobs, struggle to find jobs, and end up in situations where they are barely managing to scrape by.  I’ve known that, starting in 2010, I was going to have to begin paying back all my student loans for my MBA.  I have listened to the horror stories of people who haven’t prepared themselves for the lean times. I’ve heard the word outsourcing thrown around so much that it’s almost as common as saying "Good Morning," or "Where the HELL did you learn to drive you ROUNDHEAD!" while driving on the highways of Utah. 
 
And despite seeing all this, and realizing, intellectually, that I am in a very vulnerable position, I’ve been completely unable to get my act together.  I find myself at the mall, at Best Buy or Fry’s, at Guitar Center, at Kohls, at Target every single weekend, just "looking to see what’s new."  I go to stores looking to see if there’s anything I didn’t realize I wanted to buy.  I spent hours building my Amazon.com "Wish List."  And every single weekend, I come home with bags or boxes of superfluous-yet-titilating items I don’t need.  It’s gotten so bad that my neighbors have even commented on it.  One neighbor even said to me recently, "Wow.  You must make really good money, because every time I see you walk from the car to your door, I see you carrying some shopping bag or box."
 
Ever since I have thrown together this list, I’ve been thinking a lot about my spending habits, the emotional tie-ins to my spending habits, and my fairly significant lack of self-control in many areas of my life (exercise, food, money, etc.)  I haven’t really come to any ground-breaking epiphanies about the causes of my self-destructive spending habits, but I have come to a few hard and fast conclusions (Cue the inspiring Braveheart Music):
  1. This will END.  And it will end NOW.
  2. I Need to Learn Self-Control – I’m not really sure how I’m going to learn this, but I absolutely have to learn how to better control myself.  An inability to deny myself of the things I want is not only pathetic, but it’s very dangerous–and not just in the area of money.  If I’m going to be successful in life, this is a skill which is mandatory to develop and grow, and I need to start immediately.
  3. I Need to Remove Myself from Temptation – I’ve proven repeatedly that I can’t control myself around credit.  Despite having a bankruptcy on my history that’s less than five years old, I still don’t see credit as "something I’ll have to pay back later," but rather as "a way to get what I want right now without having to pay for it!"  So, the cards are going away, the shopping trips are coming to an end, and I’m going to a strictly debit/cash system.
  4. I Need to Fill My Life with Good (Free) Things – I think shopping is fun.  It helps me fill my weekends.  Well you know what, if I were hiking through the woods, or snapping photos, or walking through an art museum, or visiting with friends, or volunteering at an animal shelter, or playing video games, or working on my business, or writing letters to my grandparents, or baking treats for my neighbors, or writing the thank you cards that I’ve been meaning to send out for the last seven years, then I wouldn’t have time to fill by going shopping.  I’ve lived in the Seattle area for 2 1/2 years, and still I have seen almost none the state.  There are major attractions less than 15 minutes from my house that I’ve never seen because I’m too busy picking through the microphones at Guitar Center or the cashmere sweaters at Martin & Osa.

I know I’ve talked/complained/whined/moaned about my finances a lot.  I’ve beaten this blog topic to a bloody, mangled death.  But I’m really starting to get concerned.  If I lost my job tomorrow, I would be in such a world of hurt.  I might be able to live for a couple of months on my 401k if I cashed it out completely (and paid the 45% taxes and penalties).  But chances are that I’d be broke and homeless in three months flat.  And considering how miserable the job market is, and will continue to be, I just can’t afford to be this person anymore.

This means that the resolutions I set back in November just aren’t going to cut it anymore.  I’m in the process of re-building them, and will post them again shortly.  In the mean time, just know that I really do want to be successful at this money thing.  I am a very smart person.  Now I just need to transfer my intellectual knowledge into personal and emotional resolve.  I need to be able to prove to myself that I am in control of my money and not the other way around.

So, on my podium to the world, I loudly proclaim it: This will end.  The cards go away.  The frivolous spending goes away.  The savings account will grow.  The investment accounts will grow.  And most of all, I’ll fill the void left by not spending money by enjoying all that life has to offer that doesn’t charge 29.9% interest.

So, um, can anyone spare a dime?

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Once upon a time there was a gap-toothed little red-headed boy who used to write  a blog.  And in this blog, he wrote all kinds of stories about his life, his crippling emotional retardation, and sometimes, he even posted pictures of his little doggy.  Then, one day, the little red-headed boy realized that his life was boring enough to send Robin Williams into a permanent coma, and he ran out of things to write, so he stopped writing in his blog, and instead spent all of his time playing video games.  The End.

Yeah.

I’ve been having a difficult time trying to summon the motivation to blog lately.  Partly, I think it’s just because my life is pretty monotonous.  Also, I just didn’t want to. But I am nothing if not grudgingly dedicated, so here I am, spilling my guts for the world to see.  This week was, to put it mildly, not one of my better weeks, certainly.

Monday, Tuesday: Work.  Everyone decides to go on vacation two weeks before Christmas through the end of the year in order to use up their vacation before they lose it, so I am largely unable to accomplish what I need as I rely heavily on other teams and departments.  And since I don’t get very much paid vacation as an hourly contractor, I am not able to take three weeks of vacation at the end of the year without ruining my credit rating even further.

Wednesday: Wake up with a sore throat.  Assuming it’s just because I sleep with my mouth open (see previous post) and it’s been very dry.  Drink water.  Drink Hot Chocolate.  Drink Mint Tea.  Threaten to fire-bomb the universe if I get sick this close to Christmas.

Thursday: It hurts to swallow.  I stay home from work.  I only leave the house to walk the dog, get a bunch of orange juice, and bolster my immune system with a trip to Dairy Queen for lunch.  Sleep almost all day long.

A Side Note: the only time I really don’t like owning a dog is when I’m sick.  It wasn’t so bad when I had roommates and I could beg them to walk Luke.  But now, it doesn’t matter how sick I am, if I don’t walk Luke, I’ll just be cleaning up his leavings…and that is certainly the worse of two evils.  Mothers, I don’t know how you do it when you get sick.  I couldn’t handle having to take care of kids and being sick at the same time.  At least I can tell my "child" to go lay in the corner for six hours and he’ll do it. 

Friday: It doesn’t hurt to swallow anymore, but the throat is still scratchy and I have a terrible sinus headache.  Work from home.  Get a TON of stuff done because I’m actually able to focus on my work rather than dealing with crises all day long.  Three hours worth of naps. 

Saturday: Feeling better.  Throat is fine, but now I’m sneezy and have a runny nose.  Go into the office to catch up on some hours.  End up having to re-install my whole operating system due to some test/beta software that I am "dogfooding" causing some issues.  (Dogfooding is a term used within the software industry which means that the people within the company have to use the software to help expand the pool of testers.  For instance, I was using Windows 7 six months before it came to market.  I’ve been using Office 2010 for about three months now.  (P.S., neither of those software packages were the cause of the problem.)  Go to the storage locker to get my suitcase.  Forget it’s packed full of books.  Zipper pops open and is beyond repair.  (This suitcase has been with me on my mission, on the cruise ship, and pretty much every trip back and forth between Utah and Michigan.  It’s served it’s time.)  Send old suitcase on to the great baggage claim in the sky.

A Side Note/Rant.  My dearly departed suitcase was one of those mammoth 30" suitcases on wheels that I could easily fit into myself, and still have enough room left over for Luke to hop in and snuggle with me. When I bought the suitcase, I would regularly pack it to the gills to get to and from where I was going.  It rarely got weighed.  I never got charged extra if it went over 75 pounds.  The suitcase itself weighed 17 pounds.  Even if I were to fill it with cotton batting, the stupid thing would still weigh over 50 pounds, the new weight limit for the cheap-a@# airlines.  Last Christmas, I was bringing home my Christmas presents, and my suitcase ended up going over the 50 pound limit by seven pounds.  They wanted to charge me $90.00 to put it on the plane anyway.  NINETY. DOLLARS.  I could have slapped an address label on it and shipped the thing next-day air to Seattle for less than that.  So instead of being financially raped paying the exorbitant fee, I had to open my suitcase right there in the middle of the check-in plaza, take out my presents, finish checking in, and then call my parents to drive 20 minutes back to the airport to pick up the presents they had just bought me, which I would then pick up in June when I drove down.  NOW, the airlines are going to charge me $20 just to bring a suitcase on the stinking plane at all.  God forbid that my family actually wants to give me any Christmas presents this year.  Gift certificates just aren’t as fun douchebags.  Airlines, if you keep nickel and diming me to death, I’m going to start taking the Amtrak train down.  It may take a little longer, but at least I won’t have to cash in my 401k just to visit my family.  Also, I weigh less than 200 pounds.  So why is it that I get charged $90 to bring a suitcase on that’s 7 pounds over the limit, and the 350 pound lard-a@# in the seat next to me doesn’t get charged $90 for being a fatty?  My extra seven pounds is a whole lot less damaging than his extra 150.

Saturday, Continued:  With the suitcase beyond repair, and the realization that I didn’t want to be opening my suitcase in the middle of the airport to pull out my personal belongings again, I decided it was time I bought some new luggage–something smaller and lighter that wouldn’t make it so easy to pack over my allowed weight.  So, I went to Kohl’s.  Kohl’s is a very dangerous store for me: Everything is always on sale.  They are always having some crazy scratch and win discount game going on, you always get special deals if you use your Kohl’s card, and worst of all, they give you Kohl’s cash based on how much you spend, which you can then turn around and bring back to the store in a couple of weeks.  So, I found a great deal on a set of American Tourister suitcases.  A 25" upright, a 19" carryon, and wheeled duffel bag for $89.  While I was there, I also happened across a new electric razor that I’ve been wanting to try, and it was on sale too.  Normally $189.00, on sale for $149.00.  Then I got 10% off for using my Kohl’s card.  And another 20% off for the scratch and win game.  AND I got $40 of Kohl’s Cash back.  So, if you count the Kohl’s Case (which I do) I got a brand new suitcase set AND razor (approx $400 value) for $150.  Then I went home and promised myself I was never going to spend money again.

Another Side Note: I have discovered that, among men of shaving age, most have very set-in-stone ideas about shaving implements.  Until yesterday, I always used the Mach 3 straight razor for my shaving needs.  Before that, I had an electric razor, but I didn’t really like it that much.  My brother uses and electric razor, and says that straight razors give him really bad razor burn.  My dad uses an electric razor, but it has to be one of those kind that you can use in the shower.  The level of brand loyalty to razors and shaving accoutrement is nothing short of astonishing.  Most men even stick with the same brand of shaving cream or gel for their whole lives.  Someone should do a case study.  Where do these loyalties come from?  Do they stem from the father?  Is it the same way for women’s shaving needs?  I don’t know many men who switch brands or methods very easily.  When it comes to shaving, that just seems not to be a problem for me.  I’m a fickle consumer, and if you do something to piss me off, you’re on the list.  Even with razors.  E.g., this razor.  Avoid this like the plague.  It’ll rip the hell out of your face, and it costs more than my grocery bill for the month.

Sunday: Still stuffed up, and tired, but otherwise feeling fine.  Still drinking OJ (which, in my old age, doesn’t sit well with me any more (*ahem*) and also gives me really bad heartburn.) Lounge around the house.  Get hit with a very unusual wave of buyer’s remorse.  Well, that’s not quite accurate.  Buyer’s remorse is when you regret a specific purchase.  I suppose it’s more a case of shopper’s remorse.  I just feel sick about my spending habits.  I was doing SO well with paying off my credit cards.  But I’m terrible with budgets, money, self-control, fiscal responsibility, etc., and I decided it was time to put together a game plan.  When I do this, the same thing always happens.

  1. Gather my financial information
  2. Put together a really awesome spreadsheet full of formulas and automatic calculations
  3. Start plugging in budget numbers
  4. Get completely discouraged when looking at budget numbers
  5. Give up
  6. Calm myself by a) eating pie, b) going clothes shopping, or c) ordering something expensive online.

The cherry pie was good.

I’ll probably write a confessional post about this later on, but I am really, really struggling with my inability to control my spending.  I just can’t seem to stop spending money.  And it’s getting to the point that I’m really starting to get worried.  My students loans go back into repayment in February, and that’s going to be a massive hit to my budget.  And instead of spending the last six months finishing off the last of my credit cards and saving money like depression-era grandmother, I managed to save about $1,000 and in the last four months, have racked up another $9,000 in credit card debt.  THIS is why I have to get rid of my cards.  I have proven over and over again that I simply can not be trusted when it comes to money.  And that scares me.  I don’t want to be one of those lonely old guys who lives in a little one-room hovel and never has any money but the meager income from social security (which likely won’t exist when I’m an old man.)  Thank goodness for automatic paycheck deductions into the 401k otherwise I’d never save any money.

So, the remainder of Sunday night, I spent in front of my computer trying to figure out my plan of action.  I can’t say that I’ve figured it out completely yet, but it looks like over the next few weeks I’m going to have to start cutting back on eating out, expensive groceries, shopping (duh), entertainment expenses, etc.  I’m going to see if I can’t consolidate my student loans at a much lower interest rate than the one I’ve got now.  I have, however, figured out my credit card payoff plan, and think that, if I can wrangle it, I can have all of my cards paid off and closed out (credit score be damned) by December 31, 2011.

Unless I get a raise (woo hoo!) or get laid of (I’m screwed), that is.

So, in summary, not one of my better weeks, that’s for certain.  I know it’s stupid to wait until the beginning of the year to start getting your life back in order, but there is something refreshing about having some fixed point in time to flag as your opportunity to collect yourself and begin to work toward a new goal.  And the New Year is coming up shortly.  I’ll be updating my resolutions shortly, and hopefully, I will be able to get things under control.  It’s hard to get your financial life under control when your personal and emotional lives are FEMA disaster areas, but you’ve got to start somewhere, right?

And now I need another piece of pie.