Fun fact: I love thrifting, cause I’m cheap but I love shopping. A particular Goodwill near me runs a $1 special on two tag colors every Sunday. All items – clothing, shoes, accessories, housewares and furniture – are included in the special, including something undeniably fabulous…
A GIANT WOOL COAT.
Naturally I decided to take photos in the 80-degree weather, but don’t worry, I found a way to make it more appropriate:
Whether it be shame, mischief, or illegal activity, many of us have stories we can’t openly admit, especially on the internet. Sure, there’s probably not someone watching us and chances are the cops aren’t really that invested in our lives… *waves high to my assigned NSA agent* there’s nothing more stupid than admitting to a crime via social media.
I want to play a game.
Comment telling me what type of story you can’t tell, using one word for each:
“Illegal” for, obviously, things that might get you arrested if you’re paranoid like me.
“Embarrassing” for, obviously, really embarrassing stories you’d rather forget.
“Scary” for stories that freak you out too much to recall.
“Paranormal” a subcategory of scary, anything paranormal or supernatural that you’d never like to revisit.
“Upsetting” for stories that are too traumatic or depressing.
“Stupid” things that you’ll never admit that you did, because you don’t want anybody to know the depth of your stupidity.
“Friends/family,” basically, your friends or family follow you on social media and somehow keep finding your alternate accounts. Or even worse, your friends parents added you on Facebook.
Obviously, we all have stories that would probably fit into all these categories but I’m talking about the creme of the crop, the worst, the cringiest, the most horrifying. Also, feel free to come up with categories I missed.
I’ll go first: Illegal, embarrassing.
(pretty please, or this post will be really awkward.)
Top, Hat, Backpack: Thrifted; Skirt: Gifted; Converse: Burlington; Necklace: Regal Rose
What’s up people? It’s KNURLY. Your friendly neighborhood type-A, fiery, mental, and stubborn Aries. By the time this post goes up, I suspect it will be way past Aries season (yup, I was right). If not, good on me for keeping up with my blog. Anyway, I did way too much shopping around my birthday and so of course I need to share it with you. Listen, I haven’t posted any full thrift hauls yet, so you don’t know what a cheap-ass I really am. Some of these prices hurt – but trust me, I’m still the queen of deals.
But first: Let’s talk about how this is the day that my bank card was getting declined. You can read more about that here. But just imagine you’re trying to find something cute and you have to drive all the way home to grab the $140 bucks you never deposited in your bank account (due to laziness). But hey, I guess my laziness paid off this time. You also have no idea if your account is simply frozen because of you or because someone tried to suck it dry and that’s terrifying.
Anyway…With only 40 minutes before the mall closed, I finally gave in and joined my friend at Urban Outfitters. I can’t disguise my disdain for some of their controversies and business practices – so we’re not even going to go there. These were 40% off clearance.
I’ve mentioned several times on this blog that I want to gain more travel experience. Saturday (yesterday) I was given a huge dose of experience. My card was declined, not once, but twice. Then I couldn’t get into my online banking. I called the telephone teller and sure enough, my account is locked. Also, when I saw I called the teller, I mean that I entered my account number for the robot on the other end to tell me my account is locked. Thanks for nothing, by the way.
Anyway, my bank is closed on Sundays (of course), so I have to wait until Monday. That’s a whole day – I know, so terrible first world problems – of me refusing to let myself panic, wondering if my bank account is compromised or something. I know that is was probably tripped by me buying my plane tickets and my AirBnB rooms. However, I am terrified.
Monday, April 9th: The Resolution
They didn’t tell me why my account was frozen. However, they gave me a new card and gave me access to my online banking. Phew – nightmare over. I’m kind of glad I was issued a new card, because now I don’t have to worry about any previous attempted purchases going through.
What has this taught me, you ask? First , I need a credit card. Using my bank card for everything could leave me without a means of purchase when I go on vacation. It’ll be nice to have a backup. I know that it’s important to call your company before you leave for a vacation so they don’t automatically freeze your card. However, that’s kind of difficult to do when you don’t have a credit card.
The problem with smaller banks is they don’t always have the infrastructure to help you. I couldn’t get in contact with a real person until i went into the bank. If I was in a different country, I’d have to wait for opening hours to call the branch and who knows if they’d be able to help me over the phone. Not to mention, what if I have an issue Satuday after they close and can’t do anything until Monday? That’s a long time to be cut off when you’re in another country. Pending these concerns, I’m going to have to contact my bank (ha!) and make sure that my trip to Costa Rica will not be a problem. ESPECIALLY because at my bank, they don’t unfreeze cards they only issue new ones. Can you imagine me being stuck in another country for two weeks, unable to access my bank account, having to rely on only a credit card? It’s a disaster waiting to happen.
If you have any tips or suggestions, please let me know! Have you ever been cut off from your money in a foreign country? How did you manage?