![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
astillarWell, I tried.
I slipped out of work early to go to the money place (is it okay to call them money lenders?). All I need is $300 to quash my bills for the next couple days. But the people there have a million and one hoops for you to jump through. I thought it'd basically amount to, I write them a post-dated check, give them some personal info, I get my money. Right? Wrong. They're all, "You need to bring a valid state photo id, social security card, most recent bank statement, most recent paystub, a blank check, birth certificate, and urine sample." Okay, they didn't say the last two, but they might as well have. I haven't seen my social security card in years, and I threw out my trash yesterday, so my most recent bank statement is festering in the dumpster right now. Why do they need to see my bank statement? To prove that I'm broke? What, like I borrow money at 900% interest for fun? Take me at my word when I say I'm broke. No tengo dinero. Okane nai. Wampum no have-um. etc. That was so stupid. It could've been easy, do it under the table if need be. I write them a check for 120, 130% of what I'm borrowing, they wait 3 days to cash it, easy money right? But no, they gotta involve the state and my credit history and my pen pals and all sorts of crap.
Soooo, I didn't get any money. I guess I'll just have to see how this cookie crumbles. Probably be paying stoopid fines and late fees for the next couple months as this shakes out. It's nothing major, it'll just be a pain in my ass for awhile.
Heh heh. Today during lunch I took my little change jar to one of those CoinStar boothes to get me some cash. I had counted it earlier and it was $70-some dollars. Not bad, but normally not even worth the trip. (By the way, those CoinStar guys must be raking it in. Nine cents on the dollar for . . . nothing? Clever bastards.) So anyways, there was a guy at the machine when I got there. I thought my $70 was piddling pennies, but he was redeeming $7.54. Oh man, as busy as I was feeling bad about my own financial state, I felt sorry for that guy. To be in the position where you REALLY need seven dollars in cash . . . that's gotta be desperate or pathetic, take your pick. He smelled like smoke, so I assume he really needed a pack. That's a happy ending for his story, sorta.
I slipped out of work early to go to the money place (is it okay to call them money lenders?). All I need is $300 to quash my bills for the next couple days. But the people there have a million and one hoops for you to jump through. I thought it'd basically amount to, I write them a post-dated check, give them some personal info, I get my money. Right? Wrong. They're all, "You need to bring a valid state photo id, social security card, most recent bank statement, most recent paystub, a blank check, birth certificate, and urine sample." Okay, they didn't say the last two, but they might as well have. I haven't seen my social security card in years, and I threw out my trash yesterday, so my most recent bank statement is festering in the dumpster right now. Why do they need to see my bank statement? To prove that I'm broke? What, like I borrow money at 900% interest for fun? Take me at my word when I say I'm broke. No tengo dinero. Okane nai. Wampum no have-um. etc. That was so stupid. It could've been easy, do it under the table if need be. I write them a check for 120, 130% of what I'm borrowing, they wait 3 days to cash it, easy money right? But no, they gotta involve the state and my credit history and my pen pals and all sorts of crap.
Soooo, I didn't get any money. I guess I'll just have to see how this cookie crumbles. Probably be paying stoopid fines and late fees for the next couple months as this shakes out. It's nothing major, it'll just be a pain in my ass for awhile.
Heh heh. Today during lunch I took my little change jar to one of those CoinStar boothes to get me some cash. I had counted it earlier and it was $70-some dollars. Not bad, but normally not even worth the trip. (By the way, those CoinStar guys must be raking it in. Nine cents on the dollar for . . . nothing? Clever bastards.) So anyways, there was a guy at the machine when I got there. I thought my $70 was piddling pennies, but he was redeeming $7.54. Oh man, as busy as I was feeling bad about my own financial state, I felt sorry for that guy. To be in the position where you REALLY need seven dollars in cash . . . that's gotta be desperate or pathetic, take your pick. He smelled like smoke, so I assume he really needed a pack. That's a happy ending for his story, sorta.
