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Except for this one thing that happened today.
So apparently we're in a recession, right? And the dollar is worth pants as far as the rest of the world is concerned, and for some reason this means the price of gold is through the roof.
My Mom called to tell me this (she's an economist, bless her.) My Mom is wretched with money, but she loves to advise me to sell everything my grandmother left me so I can stop worrying about money; sometimes I resent this. Today I tried very hard not to resent this because a) Nana's gold charm bracelet is not something I ever remember admiring (but she apparently wanted me to have it) and b) I really couldn't care less about jewelry and also c) I would love to not have credit card debt any more.
So I let her talk me into saving a few things of greater symbolic value than their monetary price, and selling the rest (or at least having it appraised, which my Mom was absolutely sure would finance the purchase of a small mansion. But she's reaaaaaaaally bad with money for an economist.) The nearest jewelry store is four towns over (I am not joking) and the woman I spoke to there was incompetent. Beyond the fact, though, that she was measuring in penny weight and quoting in ounces (WHY AREN'T WE STANDARDIZED TO FUCKING METRIC ALREADY???) and quoting wildly wrong AND worse than my students about math errors (the computer does it. I don't know the computer does it. IdontknowthecomputerdoesitItakenoresponsibiltystopaskingmequestions.)
What really drove me and my grandmother's lifetime collection out of the store was her completely negative attitude and inability to honor (even a little) the metal she was looking at.
Kind of tanked my day, on account of I'm still missing my grandmother, and I'm not entirely rational about things associated with her.
So I'll have to go all the way into the city sometime next week, because that's the first free time I have, but it did give me a little more time to make peace with selling the unimportant bits of the bracelet.
I'm keeping: my great, great, great, great grandmothers thimble and my great, great grandmother's simple (heavy) wedding band (it fits my hand too.)
So there's that. Next week I might have a little less credit card debt. Not a lot, but a little.
On the other hand, and completely irreverently, I think someone should make me a t-shirt that says "and brains too" right across the tits. Because, mijas, I could have done that math in my sleep and the stupid woman in the jewelry store couldn't even think about how to begin to do the math herself.
So apparently we're in a recession, right? And the dollar is worth pants as far as the rest of the world is concerned, and for some reason this means the price of gold is through the roof.
My Mom called to tell me this (she's an economist, bless her.) My Mom is wretched with money, but she loves to advise me to sell everything my grandmother left me so I can stop worrying about money; sometimes I resent this. Today I tried very hard not to resent this because a) Nana's gold charm bracelet is not something I ever remember admiring (but she apparently wanted me to have it) and b) I really couldn't care less about jewelry and also c) I would love to not have credit card debt any more.
So I let her talk me into saving a few things of greater symbolic value than their monetary price, and selling the rest (or at least having it appraised, which my Mom was absolutely sure would finance the purchase of a small mansion. But she's reaaaaaaaally bad with money for an economist.) The nearest jewelry store is four towns over (I am not joking) and the woman I spoke to there was incompetent. Beyond the fact, though, that she was measuring in penny weight and quoting in ounces (WHY AREN'T WE STANDARDIZED TO FUCKING METRIC ALREADY???) and quoting wildly wrong AND worse than my students about math errors (the computer does it. I don't know the computer does it. IdontknowthecomputerdoesitItakenoresponsibiltystopaskingmequestions.)
What really drove me and my grandmother's lifetime collection out of the store was her completely negative attitude and inability to honor (even a little) the metal she was looking at.
Kind of tanked my day, on account of I'm still missing my grandmother, and I'm not entirely rational about things associated with her.
So I'll have to go all the way into the city sometime next week, because that's the first free time I have, but it did give me a little more time to make peace with selling the unimportant bits of the bracelet.
I'm keeping: my great, great, great, great grandmothers thimble and my great, great grandmother's simple (heavy) wedding band (it fits my hand too.)
So there's that. Next week I might have a little less credit card debt. Not a lot, but a little.
On the other hand, and completely irreverently, I think someone should make me a t-shirt that says "and brains too" right across the tits. Because, mijas, I could have done that math in my sleep and the stupid woman in the jewelry store couldn't even think about how to begin to do the math herself.