The first time I moved back home with my folks, I was a 26-year-old with only two suitcases, a deferred NYU student loan, and bank account that was overdrafted by $800 (thanks to a sketchy Vancouver landlord who peaced out with my rent deposit) to my name.
What's one small money-related thing you'd like to accomplish by Feb. 1?
Soon after her announcement, I received an e-mail invitation to a "Barbecue Wedding." What? No official wedding invitations? The dress is casual, the invitation said. Casual? I read on. Please bring a dish? No filet mignon, or stuffed chicken?
In January, This American Life aired a segment in which reporter Ben Calhoun went to a few stores and tried asking for a "good guy discount" at the register. Here's how Calhoun explained it: A friend of his named Sonari Glinton was interviewing a negotiations expert from Columbia University Business school who described a technique where you ask at the register, "Can I get a good guy discount on that? You're a good guy, I'm a good guy—come on, just, you know, a good guy discount."
Ally Bank published the results of their recent online survey (1,025 adults over 25) on savings and happiness, and --surprise! -- they found that happiness correlates directly with the amount of money a person has saved. More specifically, 57% of people with over $100,000 saved are happy, vs. 34% of those with less than $20,000.
I keep two main lists: A "to-do" list and a "ta-da" list. The former is daily, boring, and first accumulated tasks like, "groceries," or "pick up dry cleaning," but has now devolved into reminders like, "hot chocolate, woo!" "windex the stuff," "trim your damn nails," and even, "PANIC."
This is the year I decided that I wanted to stop living with roommates and get my own place. This is going to be accomplished in part by looking for a better paying job, and cutting back on some of my expenses—the latter of of which I'm accomplishing by...
Logan Sachon: Hey Mike, have you ever kept extending a weekend trip so that it lasted two weeks?
Chris Koentges has a piece over at The Atlantic extolling the virtues of re-wearing the same Halloween you wore last year, and all the previous years before that.