So just before writing this and catching up on my expenses at Caffetto, I went to the ATM in anticipation for the stripper part I plan on going to today/Thursday. And for the first time ever, I've been told that I have reached my daily limit.
Wow. My first thought is still, Is that true? I pulled out some money to pay ***e* to clean my house, but I am sure it was well below the daily limit. Either I forgot that I had taken money out earlier yesterday/Wednesday, or someone's been effing with my account.
Nevertheless the epiphany hit me like a hammer. I have spent a lot of money, I am still spending a lot of money, and these two weeks of unemployment are taking a mighty toll. But I didn't think I hit any limit of some sort, even if it's daily. But if I have, it brings into stark relief how -- gulp -- broke I am right now. I have somehow skirted the reality of it for years. But when I got my card rejected, not once but twice ... shoot, maybe I shouldn't go that party.
Well, no, of course I am. But I will go to the bank to get this all sorted out. And oh, I have a couple checks that came in; I'll deposit those, take out some money, and then I'll be good to go. Der, right?
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