My Last Hundred Bucks: A Fresh Set of Ears, Comfort, Cultural Diversity

Where'd your last hundo go, Mitchell Sunderland?

My Last Hundred Bucks, Spent Mostly at the Airport

Where'd your last hundo go, Kelly Maxwell?

Last Hundred Bucks: Graduate School Finals Edition

I took out one hundred dollars in cash on Black Wednesday and didn't spend it. Then I decided to go full-on hermit (and straight-edge!) for finals, making it easy to keep track of where the cash went (which, let’s face it, I was stressed so my spending was focused on eating).

I Literally Only Spend My Money on Coffee and Food

Where'd your last hundo go, Brendan O'Connor?

My Last Hundred Bucks: Coffee and Christmas Presents

Where'd your last hundo go, Katie Loeb?

The Last Night

It was the last night of business for the restaurant, it was closing after a few years. A waitress had told a pair of lunch patrons the week before that the building needed a lot of expensive repairs, that the owners weren’t able to undertake them. A sign outside said, Thank you for dining with us, We will miss you.

Did the host have a new job yet? He did not. He’d been trying, but Thanksgiving was coming up, not the best time to be job seeking … Could he collect unemployment? He could not–he’d been working off the books, “mostly.” But the owners had told them a month in advance, the best you could get from a restaurant, he said. He’d shown up to locked doors before, and that’s how he found out he no longer had a job.