So all but ten minutes after I lamented on the fact that I don't have a lot of money for this weekend, Dad calls. He is a consultant and gets paid infrequently but it's always on a Friday.
Confession: I take money from my Dad.
And before you start saying "Oh lucky you Sallie's Niece, you get free money!" let me tell you it does not come too often, it is not a lot, and there are always STRINGS attached.
String 1: The bank account he uses to send me money is in my hometown, staffed by several girls I went to high school with. Despite the fact that it is probably against SEVERAL laws, they freely tell him how much money is in my account. That is one reason why I transferred my bank two years ago (the other was I got a free Ipod Nano!). When it is low, he lectures me.
String 2: He tells me what to do, where to live, whom to date (well not really) but he's your typical overbearing father type. He knows as long as I continue to accept this money, I will never be free.
String 3: While he loves to just randomly give me money at his leisure, if I ever dare to ASK him for money, I get an hour lecture on how I need a new job, need to move to a new city, etc.
So I told him I was good for now (I think he was shocked to hear it!) BUT that I could use a boost for the upcoming Sister's Bachellorette Weekend (next weekend). This much is true. It's shaping up to be a real Budget Buster. My Mom already promised to help out, but I wanted to cover all my bases.
No free money for me. Must stay within my means this weekend. Wish me luck!