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2020.09.05 10:32 capri169 Am I about to get scammed?

Hi guys im in a weird situation. Im trying to sell smth on craigslist and an interested buyer has offered to pay by check but has paid a lot extra for me to send money to a delivery service.
Well, that sounds like a textbook check scam scenario. However, the check I received seemed super legit like it was from a trust account...?? title agency?? idk but the institutions on the check indeed exist? does that matter?? Im afraid after I send money thru zelle or moneygram, she will cancel the check and then ill be down by like a thousand.
This person also has really wack grammar... and the check package came from cali? but the check trust account stuff is in NJ? I wrote off any suspicions with it just being her personality or illness or her being a rich person but now im not sure. The initial email address is sketchy too??? The sending money to movers part is a little too suspicious for me. Maybe im dumb for getting this far in the first place. I have no idea.
What should I do? Im worried bc I did deposit the check, but idk if it could still be cancelled in the future?? What if she’s legit?? Yeah...I’m kinda clueless please help? Thank you v much for reading
edit: ok yeah the more i look at this, the more i feel like it’s a scam. but still what do i do next? call my bank?
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I'm more of a dog person, and this rings so many bells for me because dog rescue is drowning in rehabber scams. I hadn't heard of it in cats.
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2020.06.20 21:21 djrmsy99 Advice from a Box Office Manager: MCR Resale Tickets

Based off some comments I've written on the subject, I was recently DM'd a question regarding the legitimacy of MCR resale seats that the person purchased on SeatGeek. My response is pretty long, and I wanted to share it here. tl;dr at the end
I see posts all the time on this subreddit regarding buying seats from 3rd Party Sites (StubHub, SeatGeek, Vivid Seats, etc), or purchasing seats from other individuals, and I think, "NO! Don't do that! You could be getting scammed!" But then I hold my tongue so I don't sound like a know-it-all.
In an attempt to help my fellow MCR fans, I wanted to explain some details on ticketing operations, TicketmasteLive Nation, AXS/AEG, and 3rd Party Ticket Sites (Stubhub, SeatGeek, Vivid Seats, etc).
Of course, I can only speak from my experience. I'm the Box Office Manager for an indoor arena in the US, that hosts sports and concerts, and seats around 19,000 (therefore, very similar to the venues they're playing this tour). I've also worked for Live Nation & Ticketmaster in the past. Based off my experience, here are my thoughts on the tickets for MCR's upcoming tour:
MCR's team is using both Ticketmaster and AXS for ticketing on this tour. Therefore tickets purchased anywhere else than Ticketmaster or AXS for this tour, such as a 3rd Party, are not guaranteed to be legitimate. The only way you know 100% that your tickets are real and legitimate is to have bought them directly on Ticketmaster or AXS before it sold out.
MCR's team decided to have all tickets for this tour be (1.) Mobile-Only and (2.) have a 72 Hour Delivery-Delay. (Source: Details on Ticketmaster I read when buying tickets for the Newark, NJ show myself). I assume that AXS would be doing the same, if they have the capability.
"Mobile-Only" means that no paper tickets exist for the shows on this tour show. No one has a tangible copy, as the venues weren't permitted to print them. The tickets purchased for this tour via Ticketmaster can only be shown & scanned off your phone. Therefore, if someone ever goes on a 3rd Party (StubHub, SeatGeek, etc), and says they have an actual paper ticket, it'd be reasonable to assume that's not true.
Having a "72 Hour Delivery-Delay" means that once a patron purchases the tickets for this tour from Ticketmaster, they still won't receive their actual tickets & barcodes until 72 hours before the show. Meaning, no one at all actually has their tickets yet - regardless of where they bought the tickets or what show it is. Once it's 72 hours before your event, Ticketmaster updates the "tickets" (really more like placeholders at this point) in your account to have the actual barcodes that will he scanned when you enter the building.
Based on these facts, one could assume that because no one has actually recieved their tickets yet, there's no way someone could have gone to a 3rd Party Site (StubHub, SeatGeek, etc) to resell a ticket & barcode they didn't have yet.
It's not clear how these 3rd Party Sites are still selling shows that now have the delivery-delay option. They're paying the public for tickets, reselling the tickets to new people, but no one has the actual barcode yet. I personally believe they shouldn't be doing this. At this point, I essentially see these 3rd Parties as Snakeoil Salesmen.
Even if the 3rd Parties are trying to do this honestly, if you look at what their doing objectively, it's too conveluted. They're basing the whole transaction on the assumption that the original purchaser will absolutely get that barcodes 72 hours before the event, and will get it to them by the show, so they can give it to their customer to get in. If there was an issue with the Ticketmaster account (fraud concerns, for example), there's no guarantee the original purchaser will even get the barcode on time.
If you purchased through a 3rd Party, theres no guarantee that your tickets are real. Additionally, you won't find out for sure until you get your ticket scanned at the venue, when you try to enter the venue on night of the show. You could potentially call the Box Office of that venue to ask if they can test scan your tickets to check if they're valid [once you actually get your barcode from the 3rd Party, 72 hours before the show], however, some venues don't do this, don't have the ability, or will be too busy to get in touch with that close to a huge show).
If youre in this situation, one of two things will happen at that point: Either (1.) you'll get in fine with no problems & enjoy the show, or (2.) the Ticket Scanner will stop you to let you know that your tickets are invalid and you cant go in. Depending on the venue, either that's that and you go home - or, hopefully, the Ticket Scanner will direct you to the Box Office for assistance.
The following is an example of what would happen in my (and probably most) venues next: When you get to the Box Office they'd ask for your info (ID, where/how you bought your tickets, seat location, and possibly to see any emails regarding your ticket purchase), research your name and seat location, realize the original purchaser of those seats is someone else (meaning they can't reprint/resend you the valid barcode to get in as they would usually do, because you are not the original purchaser), come back and tell you that there's nothing they can do for you and suggest calling the 3rd Party for help, a refund, and to ask why they sent/sold you invalid tickets.
Personally, at this point I'd suggest just buying new tickets right then at the Box Office so you can at least get in to see the show, and then calling your card company to dispute the charges the next day. However, all of the shows on this tour were sold out before being postponed, and will probably be again by the time of the shows, if not already.
If you follow that suggestion, you'd get on the phone with the 3rd Party: try to get in touch with someone, ask why your tickets are invalid, wait while they do research, and find out that the original seller never got the real barcode to them for whatever reason. (Alternatively, they could have already sold that same barcode on a second 3rd Party Site, posted the barcodes online in a social media post and had them stolen, or even kept the tickets themselves, and entered the building before you. So when you tried to get in the building, the system said that your tickets already been scanned and are now invalid). They'd probably say all they can do now is give your money back, however, they charge the original purchaser for the invalid ticket refund, so you'll have to wait until the original seller pay it to the 3rd Party. At the end of it all, you're now at the venue not able to get in, and have to just go home.
This is actually just the risk of purchasing any tickets through 3rd Party Ticket Sites (StubHub, Seat Geek, Vivid Seats, etc). Most people just aren't aware of this risk because of how "believable" these companies make themselves.
In my opinion - as the liason working between the tour, the venue, and Ticketmaster - these 3rd Party Sites are essentially a Box Office's enemy. Personally, they really piss me off.
During sold out & popular shows, we literally have to spend all night explaining to panicky, angry, crying fans why they can't get in - even though they waited with anticipation all year to see their favorite artist, paid a ton of money, got dressed up, had a dinner & a night out, and came (even flew in some cases) all the way to the venue. We literally have to break these fans hearts on behalf of these sites.
Suggestion for 3rd Party Purchasers
Here's what I suggest if you purchased tickets from a 3rd Party Site and are now regretting it after reading this:
  1. Call the 3rd Party and ask how they are handling the 72 hour delivery-delay. Since they sold you these tickets even though they won't actually have them until 72 hours before the event, how do you know you'll get the barcodes in time? (Who knows, maybe they have some kind of agreement and guarantee with Ticketmaster that I'm not aware of, but I doubt that). If you don't like their answer,
  2. Tell them you want your money back. If they say no,
  3. Call your card company and dispute the charges. Tell them the 3rd Party is refusing to give you a refund for tickets that don't exist. They should help you.
  4. If you still want to go to the show now that you don't have a ticket - go back through Ticketmaster. People are allowed to request refunds for the next month, and all returned seats will (most likely, at some point if not immediately) get opened back up to the public.
The good news is now you have the opportunity to grab potentially really good, legitimate seats.
I do want to add a few things: 1. Buying seats from individuals (Craigslist, Ebay, and yes - even Reddit, etc) is equally as risky as buying from a 3rd Party. That may be how they got their seats in the first place, adding another person to the chain that the barcodes have to get to before the show. Even if they claim they bought through Ticketmaster and promise to send you a screenshot of the barcode when they get that - that sounds risky to me. (Plus, if the venue is participating in a particular program that's rolling out right now, screenshots of tickets will no longer be valid whatsoever). 2. Some 3rd Parties are starting to get better and less sketchy. StubHub and SeakGeek are admittedly better than other smaller companies like Vivid Seats, Via Go Go, etc. I've heard StubHub is taking measures, with the help of Ticketmaster, to make scamming harder to do through their site. (Such as requiring the new purchaser to make a Ticketmaster account, and go in to accept a legitimate Ticket Transfer via Ticketmaster). There's a venue in Illinois called "SeatGeek Stadium", so they must be doing something right. (Right?) 3. There are a ton of fake websites that people accidentally buy tickets through all the time. For example: when you Google the name of our arena, the real website is the 5th down. The first 4 results are all fake pretending to be us or Ticketmaster (with names like Box Office Centre, TicketEvents, and transposed spelling of our name, all to trick people). If you have older relatives that are inexperienced with technology and plan to buy tickets for anything, you may want to ensure they don't fall for this. 4. The only legitamate way to buy or sell resale tickets is through Ticketmaster Resale. It's essentially their own resale site. You can get to this on their website, however, it's not always an option for every show (the tour has the option to turn resale on and off). 5. Even though the Box Office is aware of all this, there's nothing we can do but try to educate people for next time.
tl;dr: If you bought tickets for this MCR tour on StubHub, Geek Seats, Vivid Seats, or any other site than Ticketmaster or AXS, there is no guarantee your tickets are real or legitimate. Your best bet it to get a refund and try to buy new tickets on Ticketmaster that people are returning this month.
Sorry for the novel, I just couldn't hold my tongue anymore. If you have any questions, I'll try to answer them. Again, this is all my opinion based on experience. I hope this will help my fellow MCR lovers. Feel free to share with friends & family too.
Thanks! 🙏💫
EDIT: to add the following -
(1.) I added AXS to the "whitelist" with Ticketmaster. Someone mentioned their Houston, TX tickets were purchased on AXS rather than Ticketmaster. I remember seeing tickets for the Reunion Show at The Shrine in LA were being sold on that platform, so it's not really suspicious if you bought them on AXS.
To explain: AXS is AEG's ticketing platform. AEG is considered Live Nation's only real competitor (but barely since Live Nation & Ticketmaster are criticized by some as being a monopoly since they're the same company). Additionally, The Shrine is an AEG venue, rather than a Live Nation venue. So even though it'd be odd for the tour to use both AXS and Ticketmaster to sell their tickets - if the venue they chose was an AXS venue, they may have been required to use AXS for that particular show. So Ticketmaster is okay and AXS is okay. That's it.
(2.) If you didn't already know, the tour was postponed until 2021, with the new dates of each show announced. I can say to those who purchased on Ticketmaster for sure, your tickets will be valid at the new date (you don't have to do anything special and will keep the same seat location). If you don't want to attending the new date, you only have 30 days from when the show was postponed to request a refund. So, don't take too long to decide if you want to keep your tickets for next year or not. If you want a refund, go into your app and navigate to your MCR "tickets". There should be a blue "Refund" button you can press. You'll receive your refund within 30 days, back to the card you used to purchase the tickets.
(3.) I've been told that the site "GigsandTours" (& parent company "See Tickets") was promoted by MCR directly for the UK shows. I'm located in the US and have not heard of these sites, however, if MCR did promote them I'd guess they're legit as well.
Thanks!
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2020.06.08 19:40 Orangello22 Upgrade just my WRT54G or go modem w/ WiFi

Update! Purchased the Ac88u, Like people said I kept the last one this long and definitely got my money out of it.
My WiFi isn’t crazy speed but holy crap the difference from what I was at to now lol. And I was wondering why 4K was so inconsistent in the living room
*currently comparing a few but not sure where to land* the price in the link is how much the person on fb/Craigslist wanted
Asus ac88u $70
Asus ac68u $30
Linksys EA8300 $60
Linksys EA6350 $20
Nighthawk R600 $40
Nighthawk R7000 $50
After building my first pc and putting it in the living room now I have to use WiFi and wow I didn’t realize the turtle speeds I’ve been dealing with on the Roku until trying to update mount and blade 2 on my pc.
I can almost guarantee it’s the router because it’s an old Betty I’ve had for a long time. It’s a WRT54G I think like v3 lol
The modem is a Netgear cm500 (I own this as well, got suckered into renting from an isp years ago)
I have little knowledge when it comes to routers and don’t want to end up buying a crappy one.
Looking to spend around $60 or so and it doesn’t have to be brand new if there’s a good one that I could probably get on Facebook marketplace or Craigslist feel free to recommend it.
Unless it would be wiser to just get a modem that has built in WiFi.
I believe the internet plan I pay for is only advertised up to 60mbps so I don’t need anything groundbreaking
I live in an apartment and the cable has to come in through the bedroom. Modem/router would be about 25-30 feet from the computer in the living room.
Total devices in the house would be 2x phones, Roku and the computer
I don’t really mess with online gaming but I do download mods and get I bored easily so I’m always downloading a new game lol
Any help greatly appreciated! Thanks
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2020.01.31 16:42 TheGigconomist I Used to Deliver Lost Luggage from the Airport. This Bag is Why I Quit

So, I'm a guy in his early thirties with a four-year degree and a poor temperament. There isn't much in the way of career options out there for someone like me, but I do what I can to get by. I live alone in a month-to-month studio apartment with a communal bathroom that everyone who lives on my floor uses (great...) and I embraced the new "gig-conomy" as soon as it started in my area. I use an old smartphone to download apps that are work related, but it does the trick for now. I hunt for jobs on Craigslist every day when I have a few minutes of down time. I eat like crap, I sleep like crap, and what few romantic prospects I've ever had in my life were few and far between a very long time ago. I worked at two or three jobs, I can't quite remember, in my field of choice for a grand total of two years. The longest job that I've ever held beyond that was as a pizza guy for three miserable years.
I've seen some strange things in my time as a delivery boy. I've walked up to a door answered by a naked person, or sometimes, naked people. I've nearly been mugged a few times driving around Wilmington. Hell, there was this one time I talked a guy out of SUICIDE!
He was a good tipper.
But, all of those things pale in comparison to the last gig job I took. Well, it wasn't so much the job, but the last delivery that I ever made for it.
I had been hired by a baggage courier service in Philadelphia. They put out a Craigslist ad and I managed to email a resume to them from my phone. They're located in Essington, PA, right outside of the town of Chester, Philadelphia International Airport, and the Delaware River. The pay seemed good, not great, but the hours were good. I worked second shift, two-to-ten p.m., which allowed me to get some sleep after my paper route. The job involved driving a crappy white Ford Econoline van to the airport and stop at each baggage office at each terminal. Once there, we went to each airline's lost baggage office to grab what hadn't made it off the flight for whatever reason. After all of the lost bags were collected we drove the van back to the shop and unloaded it all based on routes in Jersey, the Philadelphia suburbs, and Delaware. Even though I'm from Delaware (yes, it's a real state that exists), I never actually got to take the Delaware route.
Often, I was relegated to Jersey.
After the bags were sorted, we used a lost baggage app to cross reference each bag to our own delivery code so that the passengers of the airline would know that we had their bag, that we were bringing it to them, and what our personal vehicles looked like.
What the app didn't tell them, something that they never seemed to understand anyway, is that we often took 10-to-15 bags at a time, thus their bag was part of a route and everyone had a window of four-to-six hours to receive their bag. When I started the job, I figured that people would be grateful enough just to have their stuff back, but that was never the case.
They gave me dirty looks, I received nasty phone calls from them, and they gave me every sob story under the sun. But I never received a single thank you or a tip or any form of gratitude.
I had half a mind to say to these people, I'm sorry sir, I'm sorry madam, this is my job and I do the best that I can at it. I'm sorry that your Samsonite is one of fifteen bags and I had to stop for gas as well. If that bag is worth less than your time, perhaps I could have chucked it into the Delaware River, thus ridding us both of this inherent pain-in-the-ass suitcase.
I hate people almost as much as I hate July.
But this little tale of mine isn't about any of those ungrateful people. This is a story about the last bag I ever "delivered". I had only been with the company for about three weeks. Doing any form of manual labor in Philadelphia in July is humid death and the sun stays out until about nine in the evening.
But, this was the only job I could immediately find.
One particular day I was getting ready to take the Jersey route, a total of eight bags that day, when I got called into the office by Heather, the owner of the company. She told me that Frontier has just received another bag and they begged us to take it.
"Where's it going?" I asked her.
"Tom's River," she replied, cringing a little bit as she braced for my reaction. Tom's River was only about two hours from the courier office, that's all. Included with my other eight bags why would I be so angry about having to drive two hours out of my way?
"Get the hell out of here!" I immediately yelled back.
"It's a lot of money!" she snapped back at me. "You'll make $120 dollars off of this bag alone!"
I rubbed my chin and sighed, pacing in the office and thinking hard about the delivery. I must have given myself away because when I looked back at her she had a slight quiver of a smile on her lips.
"Well, I guess I don't have much of a choice," I told her. "I'll head back to the terminal. Don't get any ideas about making something like this a regular thing, by the way. This is a one-time only favor that I'm doing for you."
She scoffed. "I've heard that before, Richard. Anyway, when you get back to the office I won't be here. I'll see you tomorrow."
I took my own Camry to the terminal this time. I hated that damn van anyway and it just made sense to drive my own car. I parked outside with the blinkers on in the pickup lane. I let the nearby parking authority and state police know who I was with and ran inside to the Frontier baggage claim.
The woman behind the desk, Gina, was on the phone when I got there. I'd met Gina before, and she smiled as I made my way to the desk. She held up a finger to me and said goodbye into the phone and hung up the receiver. Then, she turned to me.
"Hey, Ricky," she said to me, cheerfully. "I'm glad you could make it, I just got off the phone with Heather."
I ran my hand through my hair.
"Tom's River Gina, really?"
She threw her hands up. "I'm sorry! They just send them to me and I call you guys! I told my supervisor how expensive this bag would be and he didn't care, so here we are."
"I know," I replied. "I'm sorry. Are there any special instructions with the bag?"
She sucked air through her teeth, it's a sound so vile that I'll never forget it. "Well..." she started, but then trailed off.
"Gina," I replied sternly.
Without saying a word, her eyes darted to the corner of the office. I whipped around and stared for a moment, saw it in the corner, and then I threw my arms up in disgust.
The bag was this old, blue pleather Jet Flite brand piece of crap. Well, most of it was blue. It yellowed in a few places and some of the pleather chipped off. It was from the 1950's, before rolling luggage was a thing, so this was just a handle suitcase. I turned back to look at Gina.
"I don't know," she said to me, apologetically. "We ran it through the x-ray machine and there's nothing but clothes in it. The name, address, and phone number are on the slip. That's the best I can do, Ricky. I'm sorry."
I looked down at the suitcase and pulled the tag off. I pulled out my phone and called the phone number on the suitcase tag. It rang twice, and I swear to God it did the strangest thing afterward. There was a click on the other end, like someone picked it up, but there wasn't any ambient noise in the background. No one said hello, no one breathed into the microphone, and I didn't hear any noises in the background. I didn't even hear the static of the landline itself.
There was nothing.
I hung up and tried calling back but this time I got a message that the number was out of service, which made even less sense. I looked down at my phone to make sure I had the number right and then I looked back at Gina again.
She started to say something but her phone rang. She said her greeting and then shrugged at me and mouthed sorry, and then she turned back and walked into the office behind the desk.
I took a breath and bent down to get the bag. I nearly blew out every muscle in my body when I tried to lift it by the handle. My back felt like it strained muscles in three different places!
What in the hell is in this thing, cement? I asked myself as I worked to massage the pain out of my lower back. What did Gina say was in the bag, nothing but clothes?
Not knowing what else to do I notified a security guard that I was leaving the bag in the office. I walked down to the Delta Airlines hub to grab their baggage cart. They were always jackasses as they used a different recovery service and they usually mocked my company in the few times I had to deal with them. They always made me leave my ID with them but I didn't really have a choice this time, all over the other baggage offices were closed by now. I entered Delta and eyeballed the smirking representative. With some coaxing, eventually the rep let me use the baggage cart.
When I made it back to Frontier the lights in the office were still on, but there was no sign of Gina. I readied the cart next to the bag, I braced myself to pick it up (using my legs this time), and I put my hand on the handle.
When I pulled, I flew backwards and landed on my back, carrying the bag with me as it landed on my stomach, nearly taking the wind out of my lungs.
It weighed about as much as a feather this time.
I rolled onto my feet and looked around to make sure that no one saw me make an ass out of myself. Then, I looked down at the suitcase.
Did someone tamper with it when I went to get the baggage cart?
I grabbed the handle and tried it again, this time with only a little force. Yep, it was just as light this time.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes in that moment. What happened with this bag? Am I fatigued? I asked myself trying to rationalize things.
I rubbed my chin and grabbed the bag again, and then I tossed it on to the baggage cart. As dumb as that may seem, I went out of my way to get that damn cart so I was determined to use it.
I wheeled the cart out to my Camry and I popped the trunk, which was already weighed down by the other bags. I was burning daylight now and I had to get out on my Jersey route, so I just tossed it in and ripped the tag off to keep with the other tags. I shifted them around so that the old Jet Flite bag was last, thus it would be the last delivery on the route. I closed my trunk and grabbed the baggage cart so I could take it back to Delta.
I started the Camry and drove up 95 north and over the Walt Whitman Bridge. As I drove towards Camden County, New Jersey, I noticed a smell in the air. It was a faint but foul aroma. I chocked this up to me simply driving through New Jersey and programmed Google Maps towards the first destination on my route.
The route was as scenic as it always was. With stops in Mount Laurel, Cherry Hill, Glassboro, and Vineland, the office made sure that I would beat my car to death in the July humidity with as much back tracking as I usually had to do. Yes, this is the way we did things; in order of distance from the office and time received as opposed to some straight line during delivery. One by one I dropped the bags off until I was left with only the Jet Flite bag.
I programmed the street address to the destination in Tom's River into my phone's GPS and started up 295 North from where I was. It would take another hour and a half to get there as I expected. As I passed through Trenton, I noticed the smell again and began to think about it. It had fluctuated between pungent and faint but it never left the Camry. Not only did the smell linger, but now it was getting overbearing.
I looked to each shoulder for cops and I accelerated faster. I raced toward Tom's River so that I could drop this damn bag off and call it a night. My stomach was killing me with hunger pains but I was closed to the exit for the town now and according to Maps I was about 30 minutes away altogether.
I noticed that I was taking shallow, measured breaths at this point, and that I was starting to get dizzy. To wake myself up I slowed down to check the tag again. The name on the tag was, Richard Higgins, and other than a phone number that didn't seem to work correctly, the tag showed the Tom's River address, a bar code, and an IATA number. I wish Gina would have been able to give me more information, like if Frontier had ever even spoke with Gloria or if I could just leave the suitcase on the porch and waive the signature, but that was the nature of the beast with this job.
Some pop-punk son from my high school days blared from the radio as it came back from a commercial break. I smiled and sang along a little bit until I had to look at my GPS again to make sure I was still within spitting distance. I turned the radio down to plan my route in my mind.
Riiiccchhhaaarrrrdddd!
*"*What in the God damn hell?" I screamed out, nearly swerving into a car in the lane to the right of me. The shock sent me into a panic while I tried desperately to move to the right-side shoulder. It had been the sound of an elderly woman. Well, kind of, I mean that's the best way to describe what I heard. There was something...off about that voice, something that I couldn't figure out while I was parked on the shoulder and trying to calm myself down.
I thought to myself, what was that, and how did it know my name?
With the Camry in park I got out as fast as I could. Someone blared their horn at me as they nearly took my driver's side door off. I walked around to the front of the car to try and calm down. I stared into the back seat through the windshield, but there was nothing there except for my discarded Burger King wrappers. I opened my door again and popped the trunk, then made my way around to the back of the car.
The Jet Flite bag was still in the trunk. I grabbed it's handle and pulled it out, half expecting to throw my back out again. But, it was as lightweight as an old bag filled with pajamas should have been.
I put the bag back in, shut the trunk lid, and took a few deep breaths. Everything us fine, you're fine, you're just tired and working too hard, I told myself. If anyone needs a vacation, it's you, Rick.
When I got back in my car I noticed something...good, actually. The smell was gone.
But it's absence, for some reason, only served to make me more paranoid than I was when I pulled over.
I should have been able to locate that smell. It's sudden absence didn't mean that the problem was gone. That put me on edge.
Behind the wheel of the Camry, I sat in the driver's seat for a moment, hesitant to pull out into traffic. I looked over at my phone and the GPS map on it. I was only about 15 minutes away from the location now, which gave me a little relief.
I shifted into drive and merged back into traffic.
I finally wound up at my last delivery. It was 9:30 by that time which made me curse myself in frustration. That always bothered me about people who complained I was taking too long to get to their houses with their bags. It was never my desire to drive around until 11 o'clock or midnight with their bags just so I could end up back at my shitty apartment at three in the morning. I shook my head at that thought and checked the bag tag again.
1260 Landing Way
Tom's River, NJ
Staring at the sign for Landing Way, I pulled my car down the street, checking the numbers on the houses as I drove so I could find 1260.
I pulled close to 1256 and I noticed that there weren't any other houses on that side of the street, and about half a mile down the street there was a dead end sign. I pulled up beside 1256 and gauged the situation. My GPS notified me that I had arrived, but at the time I didn't think that was possible.
I shifted to park and looked at what was supposed to be 1260 Landing Way. This is supposed to be the part of the story where I lock eyes with a cliche' of some kind. I figured I would pull up to the Bates' Mansion or Ed Gein's house or something to that effect. I wish I could write about things like boarded up windows, gothic additions, or someone looking at me through a curtain. If I would have seen ANY of those things, maybe that day would make a little more sense to me now.
But, when I looked out of my driver's side window, there was nothing. There was no house at all.
From the car, I even shined my phone's flashlight on the land to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. Don't get me wrong, it looked like there may have been a house on that land at some point. But, that point was a long time ago, certainly not that day in July.
There was the remnants of what looked like a driveway, not counting the tall grass that grew out of the cracks. The sidewalk kept going from 1256 to the dead end, and there was nothing out front except and old, rusted fence with a gate that was maybe three feet high. Well, there was a part of that fence, anyway. The fence only covered about four feet of the land in either direction. The gate hung poorly off of the hinges, what was left of it, anyway. The grass was overgrown; it looked almost like a couple of odd, concrete structures growing in a field.
This made me scratch my head for a minute or two. I turned the flashlight on my phone off and looked at the app. I turned the overhead light on in the Camry while I gauged the situation. The GPS and app both told me that I was at the correct address. I breathed a long and deep sigh and got out of the car, leaving my keys in the ignition.
I turned my flashlight back on and slowly walked towards the...I don't know, the driveway I guess? I looked around using the light and made my way further onto the parcel of land. The hair on the back of my neck then stood up, which didn't help the fact that I already knew something wasn't right. When I made my way up to the top of the driveway, long cracked and worn and being reclaimed by the earth beneath it, I looked to my right, and I was glad I walked up the driveway slowly.
There was a foundation to the right that resembled a basement. There were footers and columns, and a couple of old appliances that were rusted through and through sat down in the pit, surrounded by a few puddles of standing water. There was a washer, a dryer, and a water heater. The water heater was lying down on the ground horizontally. I then noticed a furnace nearby as well.
I took a deep breath and carefully made my way back to my car. I broke into a sprint and opened the trunk. I tried the phone number on the tag again.
This time, the line was not dead.
It rang three times and someone picked up. I heard heavy breathing on the end of the line and alarm bells went off in my head. I managed to stammer out a weak, hello?
"Hellllloooooooo, Riccchhhhhaaaarrrrrddddddd," I heard again, and it cut through my ears and down my spine.
I dropped the phone on the ground and popped the trunk open with my key. I grabbed the handle on the Jet Flite bag, and of course it again felt like there were cinder blocks in the damn thing.
I felt dizzy and right away noticed that the foul odor had come back. But instead of being localized to my car, it was all around me as I tried desperately to get the bag out of the trunk. With what strength I had left in my legs, I pulled the bag out and threw it on the asphalt behind me.
The latches popped open and the contents spilled out. Like Gina had told me, all that was in there was an old nightgown and slippers. I didn't spend long processing the contents of the bag I just grabbed my phone off the street and made a break for the driver's side door. I noticed that the call was still going on the phone and I shut it off. I got in the car and turned the key in the ignition.
Thankfully, I was two for two against cliche's and the Camry started right up. I threw it in gear and blasted back down Landing Way. Within a few moments I was back on 295 heading south. I tried to avoid police when I noticed that the smell was overpowering now.
Why was it so bad? I ditched the bag and everything.
It clogged my nostrils and made me dizzy again. As I gasped for air, it came from the back seat.
Riiiiiccccchhhhhaaaarrrrddddddd!
Fury replaced fear as I pulled over to the shoulder and popped the trunk while my car idled. I stomped to the rear of the car and threw the trunk lid open.
Sure enough, there it was, sitting in the space above the spare tire compartment.
It was the Jet Flite bag, the damn Jet Flite bag. I have no idea how, but I was still in possession of it.
Oh well, I guess I was one-for-three in horror cliches tonight.
I yelled, I just looked to the New Jersey night sky and yelled as loud as I could. I yelled so loud that cars driving by slowed down and nearly rear-ended each other. I grabbed the handle on the Jet Flite bag, which of course felt like grabbing a boulder with a handle, and I pulled it to the mouth of the trunk. I was able to git it over and dump it on the side of the road. Again, the locking mechanism snapped open and the contents of the bag poured out.
There were photographs now, old photographs, some in frames and some loose prints just lying on the road. Where in the hell did the nightgown and slippers go? This didn't explain the weight fluctuation of the bag at all. Why did the damn thing feel like a boulder sometimes?
I looked down at the photos. They had burn marks on them, most of them did. Some were singed on the corners and some were burned beyond recognition. I picked up a few of the legible ones.
Mostly, the photos were of a family. Thee was a husband, a wife, and two kids. I'd have to estimate that the kids were ages 10 and 12, a boy and a girl, with the boy being the older one. The man wore a business suit with a fedora and the wife, who kind of was a looker, wore a contemporary dress of the late 50's or early 60's, if I had to guess. Based on the color tone of the photo I guessed that the pictures were taken around that time frame as well, maybe later.
A few things about the photos were...off, though. There were a few words scrawled on them in green marker, from another language. Except it wasn't marker, come to think of it. It was wax, candle wax.
I noticed something else in the photos, too.
There was a house in every photo. It was a small, brick ranch house and the family was standing in front of it.
The surrounding land looked exactly like Landing Way.
I took a closer look at the photo. In his left arm, he held his wife. And in his right hand...
It was a blue, Jet Flite suitcase.
Right there on the highway I started looking feverishly through other photos. One of the photos showed the man and a woman, a completely different woman, in bed, taken through the window of a completely different house. There was another photo that showed candles on the wooden floor of a dark room,
Green candles.
There were five of these candles to be specific, and in the middle was a fedora and the suitcase. The next photo showed the ranch house on Landing Way on fire. There were figures in the widows of this photograph, all of them had their hands on the glass.
Six pairs of hands, and four of them belonged to children.
I dropped the photo I was looking at when I heard my name again. It was...different this time. This time, the voice was deep, even guttural. I slammed the trunk shut, leaving the Jet Flite bag and the pictures on the street and ran to the driver's seat. I slammed my door shut, found my key, and tore off the shoulder back into traffic.
I was trying to outrun the smell and this damn bag and whatever memories were attached to it.
I hoped that escape was possible.
The smell only became stronger as I made it to Trenton. It was then that I made the mistake of looking in the rearview mirror.
I saw her eyes first. They had no detail to them, they were just these damned, yellow orbs sunk into black sockets. She was old; at least she looked ancient, anyway. Her hair, what was left of it, was grey and stringy. She had a grin...I think it was a grin. Her teeth were a disgusting shade of brown.
She was completely nude; I don't know why I'm thinking about this now, but maybe that's why the nightgown was in the suitcase? I'm not sure what bags get inspected upon traveling down to hell. Her skin was pale white, all wrinkles, but no veins. In retrospect maybe she didn't have any blood left in her. Hell, maybe that's what she wanted from me.
This time I watched her mouth open, but she didn't say my name.
Frankly, I don't know what in the hell she said. Whatever she said in that moment came out backwards and deep. Yeah, her words really came out backwards, just like a tape being rewound at regular speed. Sweat poured down my brow as I tried to stay on the road while keeping an eye on her in the rearview mirror.
I had to swerve as a car hit the brakes in front of me suddenly, and this was a mistake.
She had an opportunity and took it. All at once, I found bony, cold fingers wrapped around my neck. She dug her long, dead fingernails into my jugular and squeezed and squeezed. The smell was worse than ever now as I gasped for my last bits of oxygen. I started to see trails and my vision faded out.
I had one chance. I checked out of the corner of my eyes to see if there was a car to my right. The lane was empty, so I jerked the wheel with all my might in that direction. I swung the Camry over two lanes of traffic with cars honking and drivers screaming at me as the car cut. I wasn't trying to pull over, though. I jammed my foot on the gas as I barreled towards the guard rail.
I cursed myself for not wearing a seatbelt as my body jerked forward and then from side to side upon impact. Glass shattered everywhere. All of the console lights in the car came on at once as the radio abruptly cut off. I felt a fire run through my spine and my leg and my arm, jolting me back into consciousness. Warm blood caressed my face starting at my forehead and running down my cheek.
But, most importantly, my neck was free of her hands.
I seized the opportunity and jerked the driver side door open. I stumbled out of the car and to the ground. I crawled past the car over to the rail itself. With my last bit of consciousness, I looked at the front of my poor Camry. The front end was crumpled in on the right side and the headlight was completely smashed in. The windshield had shattered and glass from the windows was all over the place. There was fluid leaking from the undercarriage.
I then cursed myself one last time for not having collision coverage as I slipped into blackness.
I awoke some time later in a hospital bed in Camden, which would definitely not have been my first choice. I was in traction with casts on my left arm and leg. I used my right hand to feel my face, which had gauze all down the right side.
I let out a sigh when I realized my predicament, but then I took in a hearty breath.
I'll take the smell of a hospital over the smell of death and decay any day of the week.
The coming days were a mess. A New Jersey state trooper came by and presented me with a ticket for reckless driving, despite my story. There were enough witnesses at the scene to describe the lane-jumping magic act I had to put on. I also got a bill for the impounding of my poor little Camry and for damages done to the guardrail on impact. I think Heather texted me about the bag once. I simply texted back, "I won't be delivering bags anymore", to which I never received a response, a visit, or anything else from her, for that matter.
The few friends I once had never showed up or even called me to ask how I was doing. My family hates me and I'm not sure if they even know where I live. But it kind of hurt that Heather didn't show up, or any of the other guys from the courier service. It was only me, lying in traction, alone in my thoughts.
I was diagnosed with a broken femur, a fractured forearm, lower back trauma, and head trauma. I had to go through about six weeks of medication and then rehabilitation. Well, I only was able to do four weeks of that thanks to my liability policy that came to about $15,000, and then they cut my casts off and I was booted from the hospital with nothing but a pair of crutches. My leg never healed properly and I have a limp now. I used what money I had in the bank to take an Uber down to the airport.
I picked up my last check from the bag service. When I came, Heather luckily wasn't there. No one else would talk to me, which is fine; I didn't have anything to say to them. If they weren't there for me when I went to the hospital, what was I going to tell them now? I wouldn't be able to drive again until I could get to New Jersey for my reckless driving hearing. I couldn't drive for a while anyway, I didn't have a car anymore.
I doubt I'll be driving for a long time.
I've been home for two months now. I saw a 90-day notice to evict slide under my door the other day. I let my phone shut off. I put everything I could into my internet and electric. I'd rather watch YouTube videos all night on my laptop, desperately trying to stay awake, than talk to anyone. And who would call, anyway?
But at least that Jet Flite bag is gone. The smell is gone. Those damned yellow-orb eyes that occupied my rearview mirror are gone. She's gone, so at least I'll figure it out again some day soon, and rejoin society.
At least, I hope she's gone. Sometimes at night, I think I hear that soft, ancient voice call out my name.
Riiiiiccccchhhhhhaaaaaarrrrrrrddddddddd
I tell myself it's just the wind outside.
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2020.01.25 12:30 VeganMinecraft $$ Craigslist Studies $$

Here are some craigslist studies going on right now. I plan to do these weekly. I do not post “Chances to win” as I believe that EVERYONE should be paid for their time so I only post ones where they pay everyone that qualifies. I sincerely hope this is appreciated as it does take me a bit to compile and sift through dead and garbage links and surveys. As always, if something sounds fishy, don’t do it. I can’t vouch for ALL the links.
PRO TIP: For Research Studies in Your area that pay in cash (there are often quite a lot so too long and too time consuming to post everything from each state here. Would take me all day) go to your craigslist site and type in "research" or "survey" and look under community, gigs or jobs.
Online
$ Amazon Mental Health Survey
$40 Amazon Insurance Policies
$150 Amazon Bikers and Scooters
$20 Amazon Hobbies
$20 Amazon People With OCD
$25 Amazon Relationship Survey
$ 40 Amazon Biometric ID Testing
$100 Amazon Line of Credit
$ Amazon Research on Mental Health
$60 Amazon Cannabis Usage
$25 Amazon Back to School
$20 Amazon African American Mothers
$50 Golf or Tennis Clash
$50 Amazon Past or Current Students
$10 Amazon Men in Debt
$150 Amazon Focus Group Mobile App $5 Amazon Parents of Young Children
$25 Amazon Merchandisers
$50 Home Cleaning/Handyman
$ 25 Visa How You Donate
$250 Visa Household Shopping
In Person
$20 Amazon Humanoid Robot -- San Francisco, CA
$15 Amazon Internet Usage -- Sarasota, CA
$75 Amazon Seeking Amputees -- Seattle, WA
$500 Visa Focus Group On Social Issues -- Chicago, IL
$125 Visa Grocery Shopping -- Chicago, IL
$225 Visa Medical Care -- New York, NY
$275 VIsa Cancer Study -- New York + NJ
$100 Visa Worked in a Retail Store -- Seattle, WA
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2020.01.24 04:38 TheGigconomist I used to deliver lost luggage from the airport. This suitcase is why I quit.

So, I'm a guy in his early thirties with a four-year degree and a poor temperament. There isn't much in the way of career options out there for someone like me, but I do what I can to get by. I live alone in a month-to-month studio apartment with a communal bathroom that everyone who lives on my floor uses (great...) and I embraced the new "gig-conomy" as soon as it started in my area. I use an old smartphone to download apps that are work related, but it does the trick for now. I hunt for jobs on Craigslist every day when I have a few minutes of down time. I eat like crap, I sleep like crap, and what few romantic prospects I've ever had in my life were few and far between a very long time ago. I worked at two or three jobs, I can't quite remember, in my field of choice for a grand total of two years. The longest job that I've ever held beyond that was as a pizza guy for three miserable years.
I've seen some strange things in my time as a delivery boy. I've walked up to a door answered by a naked person, or sometimes, naked people. I've nearly been mugged a few times driving around Wilmington. Hell, there was this one time I talked a guy out of SUICIDE!
He was a good tipper.
But, all of those things pale in comparison to the last gig job I took. Well, it wasn't so much the job, but the last delivery that I ever made for it.
I had been hired by a baggage courier service in Philadelphia. They put out a Craigslist ad and I managed to email a resume to them from my phone. They're located in Essington, PA, right outside of the town of Chester, Philadelphia International Airport, and the Delaware River. The pay seemed good, not great, but the hours were good. I worked second shift, two-to-ten p.m., which allowed me to get some sleep after my paper route. The job involved driving a crappy white Ford Econoline van to the airport and stop at each baggage office at each terminal. Once there, we went to each airline's lost baggage office to grab what hadn't made it off the flight for whatever reason. After all of the lost bags were collected we drove the van back to the shop and unloaded it all based on routes in Jersey, the Philadelphia suburbs, and Delaware. Even though I'm from Delaware (yes, it's a real state that exists), I never actually got to take the Delaware route.
Often, I was relegated to Jersey.
After the bags were sorted, we used a lost baggage app to cross reference each bag to our own delivery code so that the passengers of the airline would know that we had their bag, that we were bringing it to them, and what our personal vehicles looked like.
What the app didn't tell them, something that they never seemed to understand anyway, is that we often took 10-to-15 bags at a time, thus their bag was part of a route and everyone had a window of four-to-six hours to receive their bag. When I started the job, I figured that people would be grateful enough just to have their stuff back, but that was never the case.
They gave me dirty looks, I received nasty phone calls from them, and they gave me every sob story under the sun. But I never received a single thank you or a tip or any form of gratitude.
I had half a mind to say to these people, I'm sorry sir, I'm sorry madam, this is my job and I do the best that I can at it. I'm sorry that your Samsonite is one of fifteen bags and I had to stop for gas as well. If that bag is worth less than your time, perhaps I could have chucked it into the Delaware River, thus ridding us both of this inherent pain-in-the-ass suitcase.
I hate people almost as much as I hate July.
But this little tale of mine isn't about any of those ungrateful people. This is a story about the last bag I ever "delivered". I had only been with the company for about three weeks. Doing any form of manual labor in Philadelphia in July is humid death and the sun stays out until about nine in the evening.
But, this was the only job I could immediately find.
One particular day I was getting ready to take the Jersey route, a total of eight bags that day, when I got called into the office by Heather, the owner of the company. She told me that Frontier has just received another bag and they begged us to take it.
"Where's it going?" I asked her.
"Tom's River," she replied, cringing a little bit as she braced for my reaction. Tom's River was only about two hours from the courier office, that's all. Included with my other eight bags why would I be so angry about having to drive two hours out of my way?
"Get the hell out of here!" I immediately yelled back.
"It's a lot of money!" she snapped back at me. "You'll make $120 dollars off of this bag alone!"
I rubbed my chin and sighed, pacing in the office and thinking hard about the delivery. I must have given myself away because when I looked back at her she had a slight quiver of a smile on her lips.
"Well, I guess I don't have much of a choice," I told her. "I'll head back to the terminal. Don't get any ideas about making something like this a regular thing, by the way. This is a one-time only favor that I'm doing for you."
She scoffed. "I've heard that before, Richard. Anyway, when you get back to the office I won't be here. I'll see you tomorrow."
I took my own Camry to the terminal this time. I hated that damn van anyway and it just made sense to drive my own car. I parked outside with the blinkers on in the pickup lane. I let the nearby parking authority and state police know who I was with and ran inside to the Frontier baggage claim.
The woman behind the desk, Gina, was on the phone when I got there. I'd met Gina before, and she smiled as I made my way to the desk. She held up a finger to me and said goodbye into the phone and hung up the receiver. Then, she turned to me.
"Hey, Ricky," she said to me, cheerfully. "I'm glad you could make it, I just got off the phone with Heather."
I ran my hand through my hair.
"Tom's River Gina, really?"
She threw her hands up. "I'm sorry! They just send them to me and I call you guys! I told my supervisor how expensive this bag would be and he didn't care, so here we are."
"I know," I replied. "I'm sorry. Are there any special instructions with the bag?"
She sucked air through her teeth, it's a sound so vile that I'll never forget it. "Well..." she started, but then trailed off.
"Gina," I replied sternly.
Without saying a word, her eyes darted to the corner of the office. I whipped around and stared for a moment, saw it in the corner, and then I threw my arms up in disgust.
The bag was this old, blue pleather Jet Flite brand piece of crap. Well, most of it was blue. It yellowed in a few places and some of the pleather chipped off. It was from the 1950's, before rolling luggage was a thing, so this was just a handle suitcase. I turned back to look at Gina.
"I don't know," she said to me, apologetically. "We ran it through the x-ray machine and there's nothing but clothes in it. The name, address, and phone number are on the slip. That's the best I can do, Ricky. I'm sorry."
I looked down at the suitcase and pulled the tag off. I pulled out my phone and called the phone number on the suitcase tag. It rang twice, and I swear to God it did the strangest thing afterward. There was a click on the other end, like someone picked it up, but there wasn't any ambient noise in the background. No one said hello, no one breathed into the microphone, and I didn't hear any noises in the background. I didn't even hear the static of the landline itself.
There was nothing.
I hung up and tried calling back but this time I got a message that the number was out of service, which made even less sense. I looked down at my phone to make sure I had the number right and then I looked back at Gina again.
She started to say something but her phone rang. She said her greeting and then shrugged at me and mouthed sorry, and then she turned back and walked into the office behind the desk.
I took a breath and bent down to get the bag. I nearly blew out every muscle in my body when I tried to lift it by the handle. My back felt like it strained muscles in three different places!
What in the hell is in this thing, cement? I asked myself as I worked to massage the pain out of my lower back. What did Gina say was in the bag, nothing but clothes?
Not knowing what else to do I notified a security guard that I was leaving the bag in the office. I walked down to the Delta Airlines hub to grab their baggage cart. They were always jackasses as they used a different recovery service and they usually mocked my company in the few times I had to deal with them. They always made me leave my ID with them but I didn't really have a choice this time, all over the other baggage offices were closed by now. I entered Delta and eyeballed the smirking representative. With some coaxing, eventually the rep let me use the baggage cart.
When I made it back to Frontier the lights in the office were still on, but there was no sign of Gina. I readied the cart next to the bag, I braced myself to pick it up (using my legs this time), and I put my hand on the handle.
When I pulled, I flew backwards and landed on my back, carrying the bag with me as it landed on my stomach, nearly taking the wind out of my lungs.
It weighed about as much as a feather this time.
I rolled onto my feet and looked around to make sure that no one saw me make an ass out of myself. Then, I looked down at the suitcase.
Did someone tamper with it when I went to get the baggage cart?
I grabbed the handle and tried it again, this time with only a little force. Yep, it was just as light this time.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes in that moment. What happened with this bag? Am I fatigued? I asked myself trying to rationalize things.
I rubbed my chin and grabbed the bag again, and then I tossed it on to the baggage cart. As dumb as that may seem, I went out of my way to get that damn cart so I was determined to use it.
I wheeled the cart out to my Camry and I popped the trunk, which was already weighed down by the other bags. I was burning daylight now and I had to get out on my Jersey route, so I just tossed it in and ripped the tag off to keep with the other tags. I shifted them around so that the old Jet Flite bag was last, thus it would be the last delivery on the route. I closed my trunk and grabbed the baggage cart so I could take it back to Delta.
I started the Camry and drove up 95 north and over the Walt Whitman Bridge. As I drove towards Camden County, New Jersey, I noticed a smell in the air. It was a faint but foul aroma. I chocked this up to me simply driving through New Jersey and programmed Google Maps towards the first destination on my route.
The route was as scenic as it always was. With stops in Mount Laurel, Cherry Hill, Glassboro, and Vineland, the office made sure that I would beat my car to death in the July humidity with as much back tracking as I usually had to do. Yes, this is the way we did things; in order of distance from the office and time received as opposed to some straight line during delivery. One by one I dropped the bags off until I was left with only the Jet Flite bag.
I programmed the street address to the destination in Tom's River into my phone's GPS and started up 295 North from where I was. It would take another hour and a half to get there as I expected. As I passed through Trenton, I noticed the smell again and began to think about it. It had fluctuated between pungent and faint but it never left the Camry. Not only did the smell linger, but now it was getting overbearing.
I looked to each shoulder for cops and I accelerated faster. I raced toward Tom's River so that I could drop this damn bag off and call it a night. My stomach was killing me with hunger pains but I was closed to the exit for the town now and according to Maps I was about 30 minutes away altogether.
I noticed that I was taking shallow, measured breaths at this point, and that I was starting to get dizzy. To wake myself up I slowed down to check the tag again. The name on the tag was, Richard Higgins, and other than a phone number that didn't seem to work correctly, the tag showed the Tom's River address, a bar code, and an IATA number. I wish Gina would have been able to give me more information, like if Frontier had ever even spoke with Gloria or if I could just leave the suitcase on the porch and waive the signature, but that was the nature of the beast with this job.
Some pop-punk son from my high school days blared from the radio as it came back from a commercial break. I smiled and sang along a little bit until I had to look at my GPS again to make sure I was still within spitting distance. I turned the radio down to plan my route in my mind.
Riiiccchhhaaarrrrdddd!
*"*What in the God damn hell?" I screamed out, nearly swerving into a car in the lane to the right of me. The shock sent me into a panic while I tried desperately to move to the right-side shoulder. It had been the sound of an elderly woman. Well, kind of, I mean that's the best way to describe what I heard. There was something...off about that voice, something that I couldn't figure out while I was parked on the shoulder and trying to calm myself down.
I thought to myself, what was that, and how did it know my name?
With the Camry in park I got out as fast as I could. Someone blared their horn at me as they nearly took my driver's side door off. I walked around to the front of the car to try and calm down. I stared into the back seat through the windshield, but there was nothing there except for my discarded Burger King wrappers. I opened my door again and popped the trunk, then made my way around to the back of the car.
The Jet Flite bag was still in the trunk. I grabbed it's handle and pulled it out, half expecting to throw my back out again. But, it was as lightweight as an old bag filled with pajamas should have been.
I put the bag back in, shut the trunk lid, and took a few deep breaths. Everything us fine, you're fine, you're just tired and working too hard, I told myself. If anyone needs a vacation, it's you, Rick.
When I got back in my car I noticed something...good, actually. The smell was gone.
But it's absence, for some reason, only served to make me more paranoid than I was when I pulled over.
I should have been able to locate that smell. It's sudden absence didn't mean that the problem was gone. That put me on edge.
Behind the wheel of the Camry, I sat in the driver's seat for a moment, hesitant to pull out into traffic. I looked over at my phone and the GPS map on it. I was only about 15 minutes away from the location now, which gave me a little relief.
I shifted into drive and merged back into traffic.
I finally wound up at my last delivery. It was 9:30 by that time which made me curse myself in frustration. That always bothered me about people who complained I was taking too long to get to their houses with their bags. It was never my desire to drive around until 11 o'clock or midnight with their bags just so I could end up back at my shitty apartment at three in the morning. I shook my head at that thought and checked the bag tag again.
1260 Landing Way
Tom's River, NJ
Staring at the sign for Landing Way, I pulled my car down the street, checking the numbers on the houses as I drove so I could find 1260.
I pulled close to 1256 and I noticed that there weren't any other houses on that side of the street, and about half a mile down the street there was a dead end sign. I pulled up beside 1256 and gauged the situation. My GPS notified me that I had arrived, but at the time I didn't think that was possible.
I shifted to park and looked at what was supposed to be 1260 Landing Way. This is supposed to be the part of the story where I lock eyes with a cliche' of some kind. I figured I would pull up to the Bates' Mansion or Ed Gein's house or something to that effect. I wish I could write about things like boarded up windows, gothic additions, or someone looking at me through a curtain. If I would have seen ANY of those things, maybe that day would make a little more sense to me now.
But, when I looked out of my driver's side window, there was nothing. There was no house at all.
From the car, I even shined my phone's flashlight on the land to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. Don't get me wrong, it looked like there may have been a house on that land at some point. But, that point was a long time ago, certainly not that day in July.
There was the remnants of what looked like a driveway, not counting the tall grass that grew out of the cracks. The sidewalk kept going from 1256 to the dead end, and there was nothing out front except and old, rusted fence with a gate that was maybe three feet high. Well, there was a part of that fence, anyway. The fence only covered about four feet of the land in either direction. The gate hung poorly off of the hinges, what was left of it, anyway. The grass was overgrown; it looked almost like a couple of odd, concrete structures growing in a field.
This made me scratch my head for a minute or two. I turned the flashlight on my phone off and looked at the app. I turned the overhead light on in the Camry while I gauged the situation. The GPS and app both told me that I was at the correct address. I breathed a long and deep sigh and got out of the car, leaving my keys in the ignition.
I turned my flashlight back on and slowly walked towards the...I don't know, the driveway I guess? I looked around using the light and made my way further onto the parcel of land. The hair on the back of my neck then stood up, which didn't help the fact that I already knew something wasn't right. When I made my way up to the top of the driveway, long cracked and worn and being reclaimed by the earth beneath it, I looked to my right, and I was glad I walked up the driveway slowly.
There was a foundation to the right that resembled a basement. There were footers and columns, and a couple of old appliances that were rusted through and through sat down in the pit, surrounded by a few puddles of standing water. There was a washer, a dryer, and a water heater. The water heater was lying down on the ground horizontally. I then noticed a furnace nearby as well.
I took a deep breath and carefully made my way back to my car. I broke into a sprint and opened the trunk. I tried the phone number on the tag again.
This time, the line was not dead.
It rang three times and someone picked up. I heard heavy breathing on the end of the line and alarm bells went off in my head. I managed to stammer out a weak, hello?
"Hellllloooooooo, Riccchhhhhaaaarrrrrddddddd," I heard again, and it cut through my ears and down my spine.
I dropped the phone on the ground and popped the trunk open with my key. I grabbed the handle on the Jet Flite bag, and of course it again felt like there were cinder blocks in the damn thing.
I felt dizzy and right away noticed that the foul odor had come back. But instead of being localized to my car, it was all around me as I tried desperately to get the bag out of the trunk. With what strength I had left in my legs, I pulled the bag out and threw it on the asphalt behind me.
The latches popped open and the contents spilled out. Like Gina had told me, all that was in there was an old nightgown and slippers. I didn't spend long processing the contents of the bag I just grabbed my phone off the street and made a break for the driver's side door. I noticed that the call was still going on the phone and I shut it off. I got in the car and turned the key in the ignition.
Thankfully, I was two for two against cliche's and the Camry started right up. I threw it in gear and blasted back down Landing Way. Within a few moments I was back on 295 heading south. I tried to avoid police when I noticed that the smell was overpowering now.
Why was it so bad? I ditched the bag and everything.
It clogged my nostrils and made me dizzy again. As I gasped for air, it came from the back seat.
Riiiiiccccchhhhhaaaarrrrddddddd!
Fury replaced fear as I pulled over to the shoulder and popped the trunk while my car idled. I stomped to the rear of the car and threw the trunk lid open.
Sure enough, there it was, sitting in the space above the spare tire compartment.
It was the Jet Flite bag, the damn Jet Flite bag. I have no idea how, but I was still in possession of it.
Oh well, I guess I was one-for-three in horror cliches tonight.
I yelled, I just looked to the New Jersey night sky and yelled as loud as I could. I yelled so loud that cars driving by slowed down and nearly rear-ended each other. I grabbed the handle on the Jet Flite bag, which of course felt like grabbing a boulder with a handle, and I pulled it to the mouth of the trunk. I was able to git it over and dump it on the side of the road. Again, the locking mechanism snapped open and the contents of the bag poured out.
There were photographs now, old photographs, some in frames and some loose prints just lying on the road. Where in the hell did the nightgown and slippers go? This didn't explain the weight fluctuation of the bag at all. Why did the damn thing feel like a boulder sometimes?
I looked down at the photos. They had burn marks on them, most of them did. Some were singed on the corners and some were burned beyond recognition. I picked up a few of the legible ones.
Mostly, the photos were of a family. Thee was a husband, a wife, and two kids. I'd have to estimate that the kids were ages 10 and 12, a boy and a girl, with the boy being the older one. The man wore a business suit with a fedora and the wife, who kind of was a looker, wore a contemporary dress of the late 50's or early 60's, if I had to guess. Based on the color tone of the photo I guessed that the pictures were taken around that time frame as well, maybe later.
A few things about the photos were...off, though. There were a few words scrawled on them in green marker, from another language. Except it wasn't marker, come to think of it. It was wax, candle wax.
I noticed something else in the photos, too.
There was a house in every photo. It was a small, brick ranch house and the family was standing in front of it.
The surrounding land looked exactly like Landing Way.
I took a closer look at the photo. In his left arm, he held his wife. And in his right hand...
It was a blue, Jet Flite suitcase.
Right there on the highway I started looking feverishly through other photos. One of the photos showed the man and a woman, a completely different woman, in bed, taken through the window of a completely different house. There was another photo that showed candles on the wooden floor of a dark room,
Green candles.
There were five of these candles to be specific, and in the middle was a fedora and the suitcase. The next photo showed the ranch house on Landing Way on fire. There were figures in the widows of this photograph, all of them had their hands on the glass.
Six pairs of hands, and four of them belonged to children.
I dropped the photo I was looking at when I heard my name again. It was...different this time. This time, the voice was deep, even guttural. I slammed the trunk shut, leaving the Jet Flite bag and the pictures on the street and ran to the driver's seat. I slammed my door shut, found my key, and tore off the shoulder back into traffic.
I was trying to outrun the smell and this damn bag and whatever memories were attached to it.
I hoped that escape was possible.
The smell only became stronger as I made it to Trenton. It was then that I made the mistake of looking in the rearview mirror.
I saw her eyes first. They had no detail to them, they were just these damned, yellow orbs sunk into black sockets. She was old; at least she looked ancient, anyway. Her hair, what was left of it, was grey and stringy. She had a grin...I think it was a grin. Her teeth were a disgusting shade of brown.
She was completely nude; I don't know why I'm thinking about this now, but maybe that's why the nightgown was in the suitcase? I'm not sure what bags get inspected upon traveling down to hell. Her skin was pale white, all wrinkles, but no veins. In retrospect maybe she didn't have any blood left in her. Hell, maybe that's what she wanted from me.
This time I watched her mouth open, but she didn't say my name.
Frankly, I don't know what in the hell she said. Whatever she said in that moment came out backwards and deep. Yeah, her words really came out backwards, just like a tape being rewound at regular speed. Sweat poured down my brow as I tried to stay on the road while keeping an eye on her in the rearview mirror.
I had to swerve as a car hit the brakes in front of me suddenly, and this was a mistake.
She had an opportunity and took it. All at once, I found bony, cold fingers wrapped around my neck. She dug her long, dead fingernails into my jugular and squeezed and squeezed. The smell was worse than ever now as I gasped for my last bits of oxygen. I started to see trails and my vision faded out.
I had one chance. I checked out of the corner of my eyes to see if there was a car to my right. The lane was empty, so I jerked the wheel with all my might in that direction. I swung the Camry over two lanes of traffic with cars honking and drivers screaming at me as the car cut. I wasn't trying to pull over, though. I jammed my foot on the gas as I barreled towards the guard rail.
I cursed myself for not wearing a seatbelt as my body jerked forward and then from side to side upon impact. Glass shattered everywhere. All of the console lights in the car came on at once as the radio abruptly cut off. I felt a fire run through my spine and my leg and my arm, jolting me back into consciousness. Warm blood caressed my face starting at my forehead and running down my cheek.
But, most importantly, my neck was free of her hands.
I seized the opportunity and jerked the driver side door open. I stumbled out of the car and to the ground. I crawled past the car over to the rail itself. With my last bit of consciousness, I looked at the front of my poor Camry. The front end was crumpled in on the right side and the headlight was completely smashed in. The windshield had shattered and glass from the windows was all over the place. There was fluid leaking from the undercarriage.
I then cursed myself one last time for not having collision coverage as I slipped into blackness.

I awoke some time later in a hospital bed in Camden, which would definitely not have been my first choice. I was in traction with casts on my left arm and leg. I used my right hand to feel my face, which had gauze all down the right side.
I let out a sigh when I realized my predicament, but then I took in a hearty breath.
I'll take the smell of a hospital over the smell of death and decay any day of the week.

The coming days were a mess. A New Jersey state trooper came by and presented me with a ticket for reckless driving, despite my story. There were enough witnesses at the scene to describe the lane-jumping magic act I had to put on. I also got a bill for the impounding of my poor little Camry and for damages done to the guardrail on impact. I think Heather texted me about the bag once. I simply texted back, "I won't be delivering bags anymore", to which I never received a response, a visit, or anything else from her, for that matter.
The few friends I once had never showed up or even called me to ask how I was doing. My family hates me and I'm not sure if they even know where I live. But it kind of hurt that Heather didn't show up, or any of the other guys from the courier service. It was only me, lying in traction, alone in my thoughts.
I was diagnosed with a broken femur, a fractured forearm, lower back trauma, and head trauma. I had to go through about six weeks of medication and then rehabilitation. Well, I only was able to do four weeks of that thanks to my liability policy that came to about $15,000, and then they cut my casts off and I was booted from the hospital with nothing but a pair of crutches. My leg never healed properly and I have a limp now. I used what money I had in the bank to take an Uber down to the airport.
I picked up my last check from the bag service. When I came, Heather luckily wasn't there. No one else would talk to me, which is fine; I didn't have anything to say to them. If they weren't there for me when I went to the hospital, what was I going to tell them now? I wouldn't be able to drive again until I could get to New Jersey for my reckless driving hearing. I couldn't drive for a while anyway, I didn't have a car anymore.
I doubt I'll be driving for a long time.
I've been home for two months now. I saw a 90-day notice to evict slide under my door the other day. I let my phone shut off. I put everything I could into my internet and electric. I'd rather watch YouTube videos all night on my laptop, desperately trying to stay awake, than talk to anyone. And who would call, anyway?
But at least that Jet Flite bag is gone. The smell is gone. Those damned yellow-orb eyes that occupied my rearview mirror are gone. She's gone, so at least I'll figure it out again some day soon, and rejoin society.
At least, I hope she's gone. Sometimes at night, I think I hear that soft, ancient voice call out my name.
Riiiiiccccchhhhhhaaaaaarrrrrrrddddddddd
I tell myself it's just the wind outside.
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2019.12.22 03:38 shellycake23 Supposed craigslist scammer is threatening me and asking me to "watch my back"

I sold an item on craigslist and the person sent a check for way more than the item was being sold for. She told me that she was in Alaska for research and she wanted me to use the remaining funds to send the item and rest of money to some dude in NJ. I thought I was being scammed and I refused to do business with her and even said that I would go to the bank to turn the check in (not deposit it but just let them know that this might be a fake check). She proceeded to followup with a threat and telling me to watch my back and that she was going to file a report and make sure I regretted it for the rest of my life. She said if I wasn't going to do business with her, that I had to send the check back to her immediately. I am not sure what to do. She has my address (she sent the check to my home address) and I am afraid this person is going to act and come to my house or something. This is super suspicious and I really don't want some person showing up at my house and breaking in or something.
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2019.12.01 18:43 VeganMinecraft $$ Craigslist Studies $$

Hope everyone had a good holiday!
Here are some craigslist studies going on right now. I plan to do these weekly. I do not post “Chances to win” as I believe that EVERYONE should be paid for their time so I only post ones where they pay everyone that qualifies. I sincerely hope this is appreciated as it does take me a bit to compile and sift through dead and garbage links and surveys. As always, if something sounds fishy, don’t do it. I can’t vouch for ALL the links.
PRO TIP: For Research Studies in Your area that pay in cash (there are often quite a lot so too long and too time consuming to post everything from each state here. Would take me all day) go to your craigslist site and type in "research" or "survey" and look under community, gigs or jobs.
Online
$35 Amazon Wedding Vendors
$50 Amazon Sure Click Users
$15 Amazon Job Seeking Test
$15 Amazon Job Search User Testing
$20 Amazon Unemployed
$50 Amazon E-commerce Sellers $375 Amazon Study on Alcohol Use
$10 Amazon UMBC Research Study
$10 Amazon Athletes Paid Research
$90 Amazon Veteran with Chronic Pain
$25 Amazon Canadians Working in Tech
$25 Amazon Talk Therapy Research
$75 Amazon Ubelyft Drivers
$25 Visa Mexican American Women
$50 Visa Non Profit Local News -- Philadelphia, PA
In Person
$$ Paid Focus Group -- Manhattan, NY
$80 Amazon Mobile Games -- South Beach, CA
$75 Amazon Consumer Focus Group -- Manhattan, NY
$30/hr Visa/Amazon Research on Alzheimers -- Boston, MA
$75 Amazon Yahoo Research Community -- Hoboken, NJ
$75 Amazon Mock Juror -- Phoenix, AZ
$50 Amazon Voice Assistants Research -- Detroit, MI
$200 Amazon Visually Impared -- San Diego, CA
$40 Visa Bay Area Work and Family -- San Francisco, CA
$75 Nielsen Study -- Chicago, IL
$50 Visa Mobile App -- Boulder, CO
$125 Visa French, Canadian, and German Speakers -- Midtown, NY
$25 Visa Worker Safety -- Baltimore, MD
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2019.10.15 17:46 adixon816 My 04 V Star Classic

Just wanted to share passed the MSF in August and got my license. Bought an 04 V Star 1100 Classic I'm the 3rd owner bike had 16000 miles and had sat for about a year. I had it serviced by the local Yamaha dealer who rebuilt the carbs flushed/replaced the fluids and put new tires on it. No one I know locally rides so no one really cares. This is the bike when I first got it
https://imgur.com/3N6gfSP
https://imgur.com/6reujdU
I wish the windshield was in better shape but it was damaged so I ended up getting rid of it. I got a good deal on a slipstream windshield locally off craigslist I'm just waiting for the quick mount brackets.
This is the bike as it is now
https://imgur.com/krKMrUC
https://imgur.com/v3jQuBR
https://imgur.com/J20NwGn
https://imgur.com/gOwEAB8
https://imgur.com/EdlLcwi
https://imgur.com/GamGHBW
https://imgur.com/Gnlm5x2
Current mods/addons include
#1. Baron DT Risers
#2. Avon Air Cushion Grips with Throttle Boss
#3. Smoke turned signal / brake lenses
#4. Removal of 1156 sockets in rear of bike and replaced with 1157 sockets (to give running lights)
#5. LED's in all turn signals (rear are switchbacks red while running lights on amber with turn signal) front are ambeamber.
#6. Kuryakyn diode kit to get rid of 4 way flash
#7. Radiantz rear LED brake light.
#8. LED Brake Pulse X (to cause 3 rapid, 3 slow flashes, then solid when braking) for more visibility
#9. LED Headlight
#10. Viking Large Ultimate Shape hard saddlebags
#11. Removed factory badges

The pictures don't do the brightness of the LEDS in the smoked lenses justice they are very bright in person. Future upgrades include getting the seat redone by a local seat place here in NJ as it kills my tailbone after 45 minutes, BUB Full Exhaust (got a good deal on a used full system), maxxair pod kit, possibly cams from Metric Magic. Waiting until the riding season is over before I go that far since I will need a shop to do it.
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2019.10.11 19:10 bakingmistaking Recap: 36k Boston Area Wedding, 8/24/19

Our original budget was $35,000 and was generously expanded by our parents up to $40,000. We ended up coming in at $36,765.

This includes everything except our rehearsal dinner, which my in-laws graciously hosted. The breakdown does not include the honeymoon (mostly because we don’t have one booked yet!)

Invited: 205
RSVP yes: 140
Last-minute no: 5 (we knew about all of these and they were all due to very unfortunate circumstances)
Engaged January 1, 2019, Wedding August 24, 2019!
Greater Boston Area
First: PHOTOS!.
I could not have done half as much without my bride crew. I had two co-MOHs (best friends from HS and college), a reader (HS best friend), our officiant (college best friend), and my mom help out with everything on Friday, from arranging flowers to setting up the venue (we sped set-up the venue in less than 1.5 hours, with the help of the groom and his family. It was insane. These ladies are such hard workers). All in all, it actually was not terribly stressful. I had to work pretty much right up to the wedding, so everything was done and just needed to get transported to the venue. We were able to get into the venue the day before to completely set up tables, drop off flowers, and arrange the room. Once we were sitting down getting our nails done before the rehearsal dinner I knew I could just relax. Heck, my girls even made sure I had time (and supplies) for a bubble bath the morning of my wedding. While all of my vendors told me I was the most calm bride ever, I still managed to eat almost nothing, and sleep very minimally the night before. I’m not normally nervous person but, man, the wedding nerves are real (if mostly because I’m just not used to not being the one running a party!)
My husband and I have been together for 9 years when we got engaged (college sweethearts!) so we had a good idea of what we wanted for our wedding--namely to have all of our dear friends and family around us. We did not want a cookie-cutter wedding, nor did we want to DIY everything. I think we found a perfect balance of the two, and ended up with a wedding that was uniquely our own. We used a lot of local small vendors, did some things ourselves, and came out the other side regretting absolutely nothing.

The Breakdown:


Invites: $418 (invite, stamps, return postcard, insert card)
One of my MOHs hand-painted flowers and then scanned them onto the computer, where she was able to design my entire wedding suite. They were beautiful. Then, she let me have free reign with the flower photos, so I was able to make escort cards and table numbers using the images. I had everything printed at Staples (and had one of the insert cards RE-printed because of a very noticeable typo that no one initially noticed. Sigh). Was the quality the highest? No. Did I care? Not one bit. They looked beautiful, clean and professional and that mattered way more to me than cardstock weight.

Attire: $3999 (rehearsal dress, gown, veil, jewelry, suit, shoes)
I had my mom’s original wedding dressed (of 37 years!) remade into my rehearsal dinner dress. The $400 was WORTH IT to have a custom dress that was so sentimental. I am planning on wearing it to a fancy dinner on our honeymoon.
My gown and alterations cost $2800, which was certainly more than I expected to pay, but DAMN did I love this dress. It was light and flowy. It had a low back. IT HAD POCKETS. My seamstress did an incredible job making it fit perfectly. It was magical. My shoes are AMAZING but (as predicted) were starting to hurt right after the ceremony. I was really glad I got a pair of platform Clarks which were superbly comfortable, the same height as my original shoes, which let me dance the night away without tripping on my hem.
I wore my mom’s veil. I was really, really torn about the veil (and was vehemently against one. And my mom knew that. Apparently as I was putting the veil on she turned to one of my MOHs and said “I REALLY didn’t think she’d do it”) but I had my seamstress take it off the 1980s lace crown, and remove the blusher, and it just looked so nice with my dress. And when do you get to wear a veil again?
I purchased my back-accented necklace on etsy. I now need to buy more (any) backless shirts to wear this again because I love it.
We purchased husband’s linen suit, shirt, bow tie and shoes for $414. I know he will at least wear the jacket/shirt/shoes again.

Rings: $2148
Mine ($700) is a simple eternity band. His ($1400) is an amazing tri-gold braid. Absolutely NOT what either of us had pictured, but we fell in love with them! My engagement ring is very simple and practical, so I love having a more sparkley band.

Flowers: $242 (fresh flowers, silk flowers, altar vases)
The farm I used to work at was kind enough to let me bring my own labor to pick flowers, and only charged me $150! Thank goodness my family are such good sports. Quite honestly, it was one of my favorite and most relaxing moments of the week. It took 7 of us about an hour to pick enough flowers for ~20 vases, 1 bridal bouquet, 2 MOH bouquets, 2 mom bouquets and 5 boutonnieres. I basically tasked each person with picking 50 stems of a flower, and I got to galivant around and design my own bouquet full of my favorite flowers! We picked Thursday night, arranged some vases that night, and spent about 2 hours doing the rest Friday morning. We delivered them to the venue Friday, where they got to sit in the nice cold walk-in fridge overnight!

I did also purchase some very inexpensive silk flowers that I had planned to use for the ceremony, but it was entirely unnecessary. They are in the “to-sell” pile now.

We also purchased tall glass vases with the idea of filling them with tall flowers for the ceremony. However, at the last moment (like….5 days before the wedding) a good friend’s mom offered to arrange two huge sunflower-filled vases for us and I was NOT going to stop her. One less thing on my plate, and quite honestly, they looked better than I could have ever imagined. When my wedding planner texted me the morning of the wedding with the final ceremony bench arrangement I literally went “OH MY GOD” out loud.


Photography: $3400; guest book $40
A former coworker of mine and her professional photographer partner were our photographers. They did comp us an engagement shoot (which made us fall in love with their photos even more!), but we paid their going rate (and made sure to tip!). They were unobtrusive, kind, funny, and just absolutely professional. Many of our guests and family even commented on what wonderful people they are. They even sent us a sneak preview of 30 photos the day after the wedding, and got our entire 800+ photos back to us within a month.

We made our guestbook on Shutterfly, and got it for $40. I splurged for a bigger one than I normally get (12X12 book) and it was perfect. Our guests loved it, and we love that we got to use our engagement photos for something special!

Vows to sign: $2 (plus time!)
One of our favorite touches was that we wrote our vows together, and then we had them printed with 140 lines below for all of our guests to sign as witnesses! I am decent at InDesign, so I used the flowers my MOH painted for the invites to create a 11X14 copy of our vows with lines below for us to sign on. I had it printed at Staples.


Marriage license & officiant license: $60
We had a good friend officiate, which was an INCREDIBLE decision. She was amazing, and the ceremony felt so personal. For her to get a one-day designation was $25. Our license was $35.

Ceremony music: free
Generously provided by a best friend. The entire family walked down the aisle to “You’ll Never Walk Alone” and we processed out to “Shaboom, Life Will Be A Dream”.

Haimakeup/mani-pedi/gifts: $1455
I loved my haimakeup guy! I found him through a friend-of-a-friend, and did a trial back in the winter at his home studio with another friend. He was professional, calm, and exceptionally talented. I gave him the instruction of “make everyone look like the best versions of themselves” and he completely came through. We all were decked out with (Tasteful!) fake eyelashes as well! I paid for myself, mom, and two MOHs hair and makeup. Two girls paid for themselves.
I also treated everyone to mani/pedis on Friday (6 total). We did this after we set up the venue, before the rehearsal dinner. It really felt like a perfectly relaxing hour!
For gifts, the girls (plus mom and MIL) all got an embroidered hanky and a hand-painted reusable wine mug. My MOHs received simple totes with images of what they love on it (a bicycle for one, and the moon cycle for another) and a bottle of Glen Livet (because we are classy ladies and none of us need more monogramed things). I also gave my MOHs earrings. I purchased husband a beautiful leather watch that has an inscription on the band (and “property of Mrs.” Underwear as a joke!).

Wedding Planner: $2200
Worth her weight in gold, our wedding planner met with us 4 times between February and August. That included 3 coffee-shop meetings, and one walk-through at the venue. Plus, she helped set-up on Friday, was with me almost all of Saturday, set up 50+ benches in the earrrrlllyyy morning for the ceremony, and stayed late to clean up. AND because she lived around the street from us, she dropped off our gifts and miscellaneous décor the morning after the wedding. Pure Rockstar.

Venue: $1800
Thank you random Reddit post for clueing me into our incredible venue. While we were originally drawn to the venue because of the outdoor pavilion, we decided on the indoor ballroom because we knew how unpredictable August heat in New England can be. Plus, the indoor venue was cheaper and included all tables and chairs (we would have had to use picnic-like tables and benches, or rent if we wanted to use outside). It ended up being the perfect decision, even though our day was cool and beautiful, it would have been way too buggy outside. However, we did have our ceremony on the enormous lawn, and it was more than what I could have hoped for.

Caterer: $6827
Again, we completely lucked out with this. We catered from a local restaurant that the venue uses almost exclusively for their private events, and they are the only caterer the venue will allow to cook in the kitchen. We went to the restaurant twice—once to check it out and have dinner, and a second time to do an actual tasting. While they initially didn’t “wow” us, we were really content with the food and what they could offer for the price (flavored water before the ceremony & during dinner; 2 passed apps & two stations of crudité board during cocktail hour; salad and choice of 2 plated dinners plus veg, vegan and GF options; coffee and cake cutting…..all for ~$45/pp.) However, the night of the actual wedding they knocked our socks off. The food was stellar, the service was great….it was entirely perfect and I am so glad we went with them.

Cake & pastries: $650
Two-tiered cake with about 70 slices, 50 mini cannoli, 50 cream puffs, 50 triple-chocolate cupcakes. Dessert was the thing I put off until WAY last. I’m originally from NJ and while I never wanted to have my wedding there, I kept mourning not having a huge dessert spread/Venetian table. Neither of us was super tied down to a specific dessert, so all along we really thought we were going to go with a Costco/wegmans/whole foods small cake and sheet cake. Then I decided to go into the Brazilian bakery that is practically across the street from our apartment. I nearly dropped dead when she told me she could do all of the desserts, and deliver, for this price. The cake was simple, beautiful, and delicious. I am absolutely going to use that bakery for EVERYTHING from now on. Our caterer ended up saving the top of the cake for us, which I did not expect, but I’m glad we had some to take home because I ate less than one bite of it the night of. Don’t worry, I froze half of it for 2020.

Mountain of Biscotti: 3 weeks labor
We asked my mom to make biscotti. She made OVER 800 BISCOTTI. I think there were 10 TRAYS OF BISCOTTI. Good thing these things last forever because we will be eating them for weeks. At the end of the night, we took home a tray, and so did a few other friends. Don’t worry, they did not go to waste!

Band: $4700
My husband really pulled through with this one….we are both musicians and we knew what we wanted, but also recognize the value of a good band. He did a lot of searching and found this band through another band through google. We went to see them play on a Friday night at a restaurant/bar lounge, and were sold on them. They were a 7-piece band and sound manager for 4 hours. Beforehand, the manager spoke with us on the phone 3(!) times to go over the timeline and songs. We were able to request up to two pieces for them to learn, one of which their keyboardist learned so that we could sing it together after our first dance as a “first song.”

The band played a set during dinner, and two dance sets. When I say that every single person of the 140 guests there danced…I mean it. Our friends danced. Our introvert friends danced. Grandma danced. They billed themselves as a party band and OH YEAH were they a party band. We had seen them play once at a dinner-ish venue and really liked their vibe. They were not the now-a-days typical “wedding band” that plays a lot of covers and dances with the crowd and is young and hip. They are the band that has been together for almost 20 years and knows their stuff, and it shows. Our favorite part of the night—it has been my husbands dream since college to sing “Shout” at his wedding (he sang it with his acapella group in college) and the band was totally game for letting him do it! We planned it ahead of time as a surprise for all of our guests, and we had a “cue” song to make sure he was in the room to get up on stage. Well…there was a funny series of miscommunications which led the lead singer to think that I was singing the cue song (I Will Survive), which I actually know very well. So both of us got to bring down the house back-to-back.

Alcohol: $5000
5.5 hours of open bar. Don’t even ask me how it was this reasonable, I have no idea, because this ALSO included tip. When my mom went to pay the tab at the end of the night she was so stunned that she told the manager “but wait…that is not enough!!”.

Linens: $520
Rented tablecloths and napkins. Our wedding planner handled all of this for us.

Misc. and table décor: $120
I sourced about 25 vases on Facebook marketplace/craigslist for $20. Also off Marketplace, I spent $15 on a large “Mr & Mrs” for our table; and about $20 on some large “Welcome to Our Wedding” frames, a “sign our guestbook” frame, some battery operated candles and votive holders. Spent $50 at Ikea and got $1 frames and glass votive holders for centerpieces, and spent ~$20 any time I saw battery operated votives on sale in the months leading up to the wedding (our venue did not allow live flame).


Transportation: $918
Took a party bus from our apartment where my girls and I got ready, to husband’s family’s house (where we did our first look and took photos), to the venue. At the end of the night, we took a town car back to our apartment (which was an excellent idea for so many reasons, the best of all being the leftovers that our wedding planner stashed in the trunk for us!!).

Cups: $160
Probably the splurgiest thing I went for—personalized plastic cups. I ordered 10oz frosted cups from Party City, and they arrived just in time because I procrastinated and ordered them 2 weeks before the wedding. Our venue did not allow glass on the outside porch which we wanted to be able to utilize for cocktail hour. We also wanted water available to our guests during the ceremony, and during dinner. Since we weren’t doing favors, I figured some of the older relatives (and let’s be real, my friends too!) would be game to take some home and reuse them. We put out sharpies so people would get the hint to reuse them during the day. I think it worked! I ordered 250 and have about 70 left. Time for another party!

Final cost: $36,700
Overall, the entire day was completely perfect, and we could not have asked for more. After the wedding, we were whisked back to our apartment where we proceeded to eat half of a pizza and stay up for another few hours just talking about the night. The next day, we drove out to Western Massachusetts to go to Tanglewood and relax for two days. Almost two months later, the entire day still doesn't feel real. If you got this far in my novel, thanks for reading! Please PM me if you have any questions or want any vendor recommendations--I cannot speak highly enough of all of them!
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2019.10.11 15:09 MyOtherAcctIsTaken I’m 40 years old, live in Queens, NY, and make $80,000 a year as a Billing Supervisor

Apologies in advance for the wordiness of this. I’m wordy. *shrug* I also don’t really talk about what I do on a day to day basis at work, as I don’t want to get too specific. Billing Supervisor is only one part of my responsibilities, but to use my actual title would identify me almost immediately.
Income:
Salary - $80,000. This is my salary only, I am not eligible for a bonus.
Side Income - About $5,000 a year. I proctor standardized tests a few times a year. This number also includes cash back from Ebates/Rakuten (paid out 4x/year), credit card rewards, mileage reimbursements, and cash incentives from work for wellness.
Paycheck Amount (twice a month, after taxes & deductions listed below) - $1,930. This should go up after I move, when I will no longer have to pay NYC income tax (3%). Not sure what the net effect will be on my check yet. Probably small, but always welcome. Income from side hustles isn’t consistent enough to include on an ongoing basis. I treat all of that like bonuses.
Assets:
401k - $18,500. I contribute 10% of my salary pre-tax, and my company matches 4%. I’m invested in a target date fund (2040, I think?), and am currently 50% vested in the match. I’ll be fully vested in a year and a half. I’m wayyyyy behind on retirement, but making a concerted effort to catch up as best as I can.
Savings - $30k. This is spread between a few accounts, nothing earning much interest right now. I just purchased an apartment right outside NYC, and am doing some renovations, which this money will be spent on. Once I finalize all the costs, I’ll be looking to open a HYSA for the remainder. If there is one. Which there probably will not be. *cries*
Checking Balance - $8k. Much higher than usual due to recent apartment purchase. Lots of money has been moving in and out (mostly out #sadface). I usually keep about $1,000 in here and only use it for bills, I don’t use my debit card for anything anymore.
Equity - $40k. This is an estimate, based on what I put down on my apartment. Once my renovation is done, I’ll ask my broker to informally re-asses the value.
Debt:
Mortgage - $154,600. This is braaaaaaand spanking new. I won’t make my first payment until November 1.
Student Loan - $3,880. Almost paid off. These make me mad. I’ve been paying them off for years but don’t have a degree to show for it. I do plan to go back when life calms down a little (lol! famous last words), and I’ll probably have to take out more loans but hopefully not too much.
Car Loan - $12kish. My car is 4 years old and in great condition. I bought it 2 years ago, and have a few more years on the loan. No plans to trade it in anytime soon, although I may, if I have any money left after the reno, throw a chunk to this loan and refinance to get the interest down a touch.
Credit Cards - $0. No credit card debt….for now. I currently run all expenses that I can through a rewards card and pay it off in full every month. I am going to try not to incur debt during the reno process, but I find it unlikely that it’ll work out that way.
Monthly Expenses:
Rent - $1,800 for a large one bedroom, I live alone. After the reno, I will move into the apartment I just purchased which is a two bedroom with a terrace. My combined mortgage/maintenance (like HOA) payment will be around $1785, before I add any extra payments (which I do plan on doing). Maintenance will include property taxes, heat & hot water. The last month I will pay rent is October, and the first month I will pay mortgage/maintenance is November.
Utilities (Gas & Electric) - $125, this is what I budget every month. Comes in much lower in the non-summer months, and around that or a little above when I have the ACs in. My landlord pays for heat & hot water. No idea what to expect for gas & electric for the new place, but I am responsible for the same utilities.
Renters Insurance - $13.50. This will be cancelled once I move. I pre-paid my first year of homeowners insurance upfront, and will likely cash flow this for the first few years. It was $352.
Internet - $60.36. This will be $62.48 after I move, for a slightly faster plan. Since I work from home a lot and stream all of my TV, I am interested to see if this is better. Different provider as well, so it won’t be an apples to apples comparison. I’ll actually start paying for internet at the new apartment this month, I wanted to get it set up early, so I can work from there if needed during the renovation.
Gas (Car) - $70 or so. This is what I budget. I try to get gas in NJ whenever possible, as it’s a lot cheaper. When I travel to our Philadelphia office, I am reimbursed for mileage which more than covers the gas. However, I like to include it as a budget line item so I can treat the reimbursement as bonus money.
Hulu - $5.99. I mooch off a friend’s Netflix, and use my mom’s cable log in for everything else via Roku. I manage her account for her and claim this as my admin fee lol. Prime is listed below in annual expenses.
Cell Phone - $95. On a family plan with my mom and grandpa. Account is in mom’s name but I manage this as well. The $95 is for my portion of the bill and my phone payment. My phone will be paid off in December, and I’ll probably get a new one soon thereafter because I like shiny things. Last time I paid a phone off, I dropped the insurance coverage (since if anything happened to the phone I’d just get a new one, and my monthly responsibility was down to like $55. I’d like to see if I can manage to settle for my two year old iPhone for a few months to save that cash but I have impulse control issues when it comes to shopping sometimes, as you’ll see).
Medical, Dental & Vision Insurance - $181.22. Deducted from my paycheck pre-tax, $90.61 a check.
Transit - $130. Deducted from my paycheck pre-tax, I pay $65 per check. I just requested an increase for this to $90 a check (after I move, my commuting costs will go up significantly. I am trying to adjust slowly to the increase, but not sure when it’ll go into effect in my check). After I move, I will increase to $125 a paycheck. My train ticket will be $246, and I will also need to fill a MetroCard, I will do so with cash. How often I’ll have to fill depends on how many days I am in the office (usually 2-3 a week, I work from home 1-2 days and go to our other office often).
401k - $666.66
Hair Color - $50. I have dark hair, and it’s going grey rapidly. The grey rudely sparkles in the sun, so I get my roots done every month. I go to a cosmetology school, and they always do a great job. The service costs me $30, and I tip $20.
iCloud Storage - $2.99. 200GB storage plan. I started running out of room on my phone a few years ago and opted for this plan. Haven’t run out of room since. Not sure if I still need it, as my phone has more memory now, but it’s cheap so it’s fine.
Car Payment - $265.98
Car Insurance - $235.72. This should change a little after I move, hopefully go down. I know it seems like a lot but welcome to NYC. This is actually quite good. It’s half the price of what any other company quotes me. I have a completely clean license, and take the online 5 hour course for the discount on liability every 3 years, so there’s really nothing I can do to lower it significantly except relocate, which isn’t really an option.
Student Loan - $130.95. One of my loans is scheduled to be paid off in a few months, and this will drop to about $80.
Gym Membership - $0, I don’t currently belong to a gym but there’s one near my new apartment that I am going to check out after I move, it’s around $40 a month.
Not monthly, but recurring expenses:
Therapy - $30 is my co-pay for a session, and I usually go every other week. I’ve met my out of pocket max for the year so I don’t have to pay any more co-pays this year.
Prescriptions – About $35 every 3 months for a 90 day supply of 2 different meds. Same note, I don’t have to pay for these for the rest of the year. And yes, I’ll be stocking up towards the end lol.
Freshly meal subscription - $60 for 6 meals when I choose to order. I have an overabundance in my freezer right now, so I won’t be ordering for a while. I usually get this every 6-8 weeks.
Beachbody on Demand - I am on the every 6 months plan, so I pay $59 twice a year. After I move, if I get into a good groove with the new gym I want to try out, I may cancel this. I’m not currently using it, but I don’t mind paying for it to keep the access for now.
Annual Expenses:
Amazon Prime - $119
Car Inspection/Registration - $95. Car registration is $136.50 every other year, and inspection is $27 per year. I tend to just cash flow this instead of putting it aside in advance. My dealer has given me a free inspection for the last 2 years.
I might be forgetting some!
Not budgeted:
Medical – I handle these as they come up. Thankfully I have good insurance, and usually just have to worry about a co-pay. I see a lot of specialists, so that adds up throughout the year. I’ll be opting into the FSA next year to set money aside to cover these.
Non-Retirement Savings – Once I am done with the reno and have a better idea of what my new monthly costs are, I’ll re-jigger my budget to plan for savings.
Charitable Giving – same as above. Everything right now is done on an ad hoc basis.
Day One (Monday):
5:45 am – Up super early. Every other Monday, I go to the Philadelphia office. I drive there, so I can do it on my own schedule (and get reimbursed for mileage!), but to beat traffic, I have to leave at 6am. I make myself a large cup of tea in my travel mug and get dressed (I shower at night so my morning routine is suuuuper abbreviated: take thyroid and allergy meds, get dressed in clothes laid out the night before, pee, brush teeth, eye cream). I remember that I need to reload my Starbucks card, so I pop over to the computer while I am waiting for the tea to cool off a little before lidding it and leaving. I purchase gift cards via Raise, for a small discount. I buy a $50 gift card for $46.42, and earn 46 cents from Ebates which will be added to my account and paid out in November. $46.42
7:35 am – My dummy light comes on when I’m about 12 miles from my exit on the turnpike. Thankfully I make it to my preferred gas station (although I’m pretty sure I coast in on fumes). Hopefully this fill-up will last me til my next trip to Philly. $32
8:15am – I get to the parking lot, park my car (will pay when I leave), and place a mobile order from the Starbucks down the street for a Venti London Fog latte (I don’t drink any coffee, just tea), egg white egg bites, a bottle of water, and a smoked turkey protein box for lunch. I like to get my lunch in the morning so I don’t have to find time to go get something. I don’t usually eat lunch, but because my days in Philly start so early, I’ll starve if I skip it. $20.66 from my pre-loaded Starbucks card (expensed)
9:00am – I check my toll tag account, and decide to load money onto it a little early. I usually load $75 every paycheck, which covers the $52 in round trip tolls for my trips to Philly (reimbursed), and $25 of personal usage. Since I closed on my apartment, I’ve been using the toll tag more (it’s a bridge away, which is $12 round trip). This is just temporary, and I’ll use it a lot less for personal trips after moving. They just raised my automatic replenishment threshold and amount, so I keep a close eye on it and try to refill it manually. $75
11:30 am – After an obscene amount of tea, I run to the Macy’s downstairs to return some dresses. I ordered 3 dresses for my holiday party a few weeks ago. I know it’s freakishly early, but I have trouble finding things that fit me properly, so I want to start looking early. Two of the three didn’t fit, so back they go. The third fits, but don’t know if I’ll go with that one or something else yet. $279.27 gets refunded back to my credit card, and for some reason I also get $4 back in cash. OK. I wander through the dress section to see if anything catches my eye. I find something on clearance that’s meh, but when I try it on, it’s like 3 sizes too big. I didn’t love it, but for $50, worth giving it a shot. It was sequined, so it was itchy and heavy. Kinda glad. When I get back upstairs, I calculate what the remaining balance on my credit card is before what I spent today, and I schedule that amount for payment.
12:30 pm – I get my second contractor quote – this is the guy I clicked with and want to use. I’ll assign him an initial since he will probably feature a lot in my diary this week – R. It’s painful, $23k, but there’s a lot in here that I won’t do. It’s itemized, so I can remove items I don’t want. I email him a few questions, and he responds quickly, letting me know that a $5k line item isn’t truly necessary but he included pricing since I asked him to. I convert his quote into my budget spreadsheet so I can fiddle with the individual components and decide what I want to remove. Nerd. I live and die in Excel lol.
1:30 pm – While my computer is downloading a huge update package, I book my flight ($443.90) and car rental (155.39) for an upcoming long weekend in LA. I use points for one way, and pay for the other way. I upgrade my seats to extra leg room both ways, because #treatyoself (this is probably the last time I’ll travel for a few months). I pre-pay for the car rental, because it saves like $40. I go through Ebates for this and get an email later that I’ll get $4.26 added to my account. $599.29
4:00 pm – I wrap up and head out for the day. When I’m in this office, I usually leave at 5 or so, but I have a light day and want to stop by a few stores on my way home without getting home at 9pm. I pay for parking ($20.76 expensed), and out of the city approximately 7 minutes later. Yay for no traffic yet!
4:30 pm – I hit a few stores before settling into the highway portion of my drive. One of them is Home Depot, and I get 4 copies of one of my new keys. I find out that my top lock can only be copied by a locksmith. My building’s front door key can only be copied by my super, I left him a message earlier in the day asking him to make me 4 copies for when I see him on Friday. $11.09
6:15 pm – I stop at my usual rest area along the route home, pee, and get another London Fog latte and some madeleines ($8.05 expensed). I stop at one last store to look at some appliances and am thoroughly disappointed. I get back on the road, and am home around 8. Round trip tolls for the day are $52.24, expensed. My landlord’s kids are practicing the piano when I come in. *deep cleansing breaths* only 2 months to go. (No hate on the kids, I think it’s great that they play the piano, and are well rounded. It’s just that the sound of anyone practicing an instrument is the worst. I’ve asked my landlord if there’s any way we can soundproof a little better, and he dismissed it. Now he makes jokes about me not liking their playing. Don’t take it personally dude, my favorite musician could be practicing and I’d eventually tell him to go away as well if the sound came through my living room floor while I was trying to decompress from a day at work…)
9:15 pm – After catching up on emails that came in since I left the office a few hours ago, and browsing online for light fixtures (#somuchshopping kill me now), I make a sad but delicious dinner of Lean Pockets and head over to the couch for the season finale of The Hills. I am unreasonably annoyed that this week it started at 9, not 10, and I’ve missed the first 15 minutes. While I watch, I browse through some different shopping sites on my phone, and find one of the too small dresses I returned earlier today at another store in a bigger size. It’s more expensive, of course. I leave the page open to think about it. During the show, I also get the last contractor bid I’m waiting on (even though I’m 99% sure I’m going with R, I want to review all the bids before making the actual decision). IT’S FORTY ONE FUCKING THOUSAND DOLLARS. Not including any materials. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I had a feeling that one was going to come in high but this is ridiculous. I don’t even look at the itemizations, because there’s no way this bid can ever come into line with my budget. I text E, the friend who recommended R, and tell him I’m going with his bid, but ask him to not let R know until I do tomorrow. I stop by the computer after the episode to update this entry and see an email that my expenses from my last Philly trip have been processed and will be in my account on Wednesday. Yay! I take a quick shower, brush my teeth and do my nighttime skincare routine before bed - - St Ives Apricot Scrub, Clinique Mild Liquid Facial Soap, Clinique Exfoliating Lotion 1.0, Khiel's Midnight Recovery Eye Cream, Neutrogena Rapid Wrinkle Repair with retinol, Khiel's Midnight Recovery serum mixed into the first of two layers of Clinique DDML. In the winter, I bump it up to 3-4 layers depending on how dry my skin feels. I crash into bed around 11:30, after setting up my travel mug for tomorrow's tea and laying out my clothes.
Daily Total – 763.80 OUCH
Day Two (Tuesday)
8:30 am – I slept like total shit. Woke up around 2am, and then wasn't really able to get back to sleep. You ever had one of those nights where your body is beyond overtired and your mind is racing? Ugh. Alarm goes off at 8:30, and I get up to put the tea kettle on to boil, then lay back down while I wait for it to boil. Once it does boil, I pour the water, get dressed (same basic outfit as usual - our office is very casual. For most of the summer, it's been sleeveless top, jeans and sandals), pee, meds, brush teeth, eye cream. Check email quickly before heading out. I try not to leave before 9:15, as the subways are really crowded before then. My hours are super flexible. As long as I'm the office before I have any meetings, it's all good (and people generally don't put meetings on the calendar before 10). I put in a lot of time at home, as well. I finish making my tea (black tea with Splenda & half and half), grab my lunch bag with the food I prepped for the week the other day, toss my computer into my purse, and head out the door. My commute is either a short bus ride or medium walk to a 25 minute train ride. This will also change after I move. Thankfully the bus is a stop away when I get outside, so I take the bus to the train ($2.75 on my pre-paid card, that is funded using my pre-tax transit account). There's a free transfer to the subway. I make a mental note to refill my card on the way home. I don't do the unlimited MetroCard, I don't take the train often enough for it to be worth it.
12:00pm - A coworker needs to vent so we go up to the in house coffee bar - they make killer drinks for $1. Unfortunately, my tea latte is made incorrectly, and it has coffee as the base. Coffee, Earl Grey tea, steamed milk, and sugar free vanilla are not the combo I wanted. Blech. I make a valiant attempt but I just can't do it. I decide to eat late (even by my standards) breakfast. Every week, I make egg scramble kits (bacon, cheese and eggs) - they're an adaptation of those Just Crack an Egg things you can buy in Target but way cheaper. I tend to eat this around 11:30, skip lunch because I'm not hungry, have a late afternoon snack, and then have dinner. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. I also talk to R, the contractor and accept his proposal. We talk next steps, and set a meeting for Friday at the apartment to nail down a few last details. $1
3:30 pm - I head to the kitchen to grab my breakfast for tomorrow (taking it home because I am going to work remotely), and come across leftover pizza. I am not hungry, but you bet your ass I eat the pizza. I pack up and leave a little early, deciding to work from home for the rest of the day. Before I get on the train, I stop at a nearby locksmith to copy the other keys I mentioned previously, and I also buy small key rings. $27.65
3:45 pm – On my way into the subway, I load $60 onto my MetroCard from my transit account (not counted since this money is deducted from my paycheck pre-tax. I’ve already “paid” for it.)
4:30 pm - I walk home from the train, and pass my ex's car parked along the way. It's def his, as it's pretty distinctive. Yay. Now I am going to suffer the temptation to text him for the rest of the evening. I stop at the grocery store and buy eggs, milk and craisins. I get home and get back online for a little while. I IM with some coworkers, check some emails, and call it a night. I'll probably go back online later on. I watch the first 15 minutes of The Hills that I missed last night, then collapse on the couch and put on Supernatural, which I finally started binging. $10.77
7:30 pm - After eating a lot of random snacks (I'm hungry but not in the mood for an actual dinner apparently), I wander back over to the computer to do some more work. While online, I order the dress I found last night, as there's only 1 left in that size. I do a lot of ordering online and returning. If this one fits, I'll decide between this and the one I have left at home and return the loser. If not, then I'll re-evaluate if I want to order yet another option. $270.01
8:30 pm – Shower, skincare, bed. I’m so tired I can barely think. Although I did manage to not text the ex. Small victories.
Daily Total - $309.43. Better but still too much!
Day Three (Wednesday)
8:55 am – I am sooo not feeling it today. Since I’m working remotely, I only have to drag myself out of bed, take meds, and put the kettle up, then sit right down at the computer. I have about an hour before my first call, and spend it going through emails that came in overnight, and checking my personal accounts. My expense reimbursement came in as expected, and I send that to my main credit card. I like to chip away at the balance throughout the month, this helps me make sure I can pay it in full every month. Plus most of the items I am being reimbursed for were put on this card. I also review a quote from my cabinet guy – a little higher than originally estimated (but that was a ballpark that was missing a few cabinets plus I added a few upgrades). I send him back a few questions, and update my spreadsheet like the lunatic that I am. I am going to try to make today a no spend day…..we’ll see how that works.
12:00 pm – In between meetings, I make some phone calls and send some emails regarding the reno. I set up appointments for Friday, get denied for multiple extra keys for my building’s front door (don’t get why but I am going to choose my battles. This ain’t one of them. Apparently no one is supposed to have extra keys?! But they’re making an exception to this to give me one extra. Kind of ridiculous but whatever.) I also putter around my apartment, straightening up a little (it’s usually very tidy but has gotten messy lately with paperwork and stuff), in preparation for packing it up. I eat breakfast (egg scramble that was meal prepped over the weekend), and run out to move my car for street cleaning.
3:30 pm – Finish up my last call of the day, and re-organize my to do list. I got a lot of nagging things off my plate today. I like to save these for when I work from home, I can multi task without people trying to talk to me lol. I also drink some water because I remember I am a human and need to hydrate. Been bad about that this week. I get an email confirming that the referral bonus for someone I recommended that was hired will be sent to payroll for processing (her 90 day probation is completed today). I should see it in my 9/30 check. The bonus is $2,000. Assuming I’ll see around $1,200 of that after taxes. This will all go straight to the reno.
5:30 pm – Sign off for the day. I found an ad on Craigslist for a dresser I want for the spare room in my new place. The seller is willing to deliver it (score!). She’s asking $30, but I give her $45, she drove about 20 miles here in rush hour AND helped me get it into my apartment. So much for a no spend day, but this saves me about $250 from buying it new AND I don’t have to assemble it. $45
7:30 pm – I do the dishes, take out the trash, have dinner (Freshly Sicilian Chicken Parm with Broccoli from the freezer), set up my travel mug for tomorrow, lay out my clothing, and settle in for more Supernatural. Hoping to be in bed super early again tonight, but I have plans to chat with my old roommate, M, and we always end up on the phone for 2 hours.
10:15 pm – Off the phone with M. It was great to catch up (we haven’t talked in a few months), but now this girl is TIRED. Shower, skincare, brush teeth, another episode of Supernatural, and bedtime.
Daily Total - $45
Day Four (Thursday)
8:50 am - Alarm goes off and I say no thank you. But I get up anyway. Put the water up, standard morning routine (meds, get dressed, pee, brush teeth). I check my email for a few minutes before heading out, and am in the office by 10:10. First call is at 10:30 today. Gonna try for a no spend day again lol.
12:00 pm – Finally make my breakfast and fill my water bottle. Busy day of meetings, mostly with senior leadership. There are not enough snacks in this office to make it through the day.
6:15 pm – I’ve had enough and pack up to go home. I decide that today is a good day to use my Starbucks Rewards to get a freebie. I mobile order my standard, London Fog latte, and hop on the train. When I get off the train, I’m tempted to take a cab home, but resist so I can try to make it one day without spending any money! There’s a line for the bus, and I decide I could use the walk, so I walk home. It’s misting lightly at the beginning of the walk, and has moved to full on drizzling by the time I get home, so I’m glad to be inside. I don’t have anything on my to do list for the evening, so I’m looking forward to a night of (let’s be real) TV and pajamas. Dinner is the same Freshly meal as last night, I have a bunch of that kind on the freezer and I want to start using them up.
9:30 pm – In bed at 9, but I don’t actually turn off the light until 11:30. Working from home tomorrow, and then have errands to run, so I’ll take a shower then. Brush teeth, eye cream, lights out.
Daily Total - $0 WAHOO!
Day Five (Friday)
6:00 am – I was planning to be up earlier than usual to get online earlier so I could go offline earlier, but I wake up at 6 and can’t sleep anymore, so I decide to get my day started. I have this afternoon off, so I will work until noon. Overnight, I got an email that a payment for the latest standardized test I proctored came in. I log into my bank account and realize that I also got paid (I get paid on 15th & last day, but if that falls on a weekend, it’s the Friday before). I run through my budget spreadsheet, pay what’s due to be paid this check (I don’t pay bills when they’re due, I pay them when I get paid – usually the check prior, it’s all scheduled out at the start of the year when I set up my spreadsheet). I also log into my mom’s cable account to pay that using her saved information.
8:30 am – after 2 cups of tea, I make 2 soft boiled eggs and toast for breakfast. Afterward I do the dishes and hop in the shower. It’s been a quiet morning so far, but I do have a few calls scheduled, and I want to get all of my personal life admin done before them. One of them ends at noon, so I am hoping to sign off immediately afterward and get right out the door. I get an email from the gift card site I buy my Starbucks cards from, that there’s an additional 7% all cards today. Was hoping to make it a no spend day, but I’m tempted….I have until the end of the day to decide. I don’t NEED to reload the card yet so I may skip it. I have to get myself out of the mindset of spending money just because there’s a good deal on something. Literally as I finish typing that sentence, I decide to check Macy’s to see if the 3rd option dress (I loved the smaller size I got, it just didn’t fit) happens to be included in their sale that I just got an email about. Not only is it included, so it’s 30% off, but Ebates is back up to 6% for Macy’s. I order it in the next 2 sizes. What was I saying??? This will bring me to 4 dresses for the party, I will obviously return 3. I’ll get a TBD amount added to my Ebates account in a few days. $242.36
12:00 pm – Last call over, out of office message on, and I head out to the new apartment. I have to stop at my mom’s to pick up some Home Depot items that were delivered there, and then I have appointments with the internet company to install new service, a carpet company I want to get pricing from, and R to finalize our plan. I have a few friends coming by this afternoon to see the place as well.
2:30 pm – I decide to purchase carpet from the company that came today. Not sure if this counts as an expense for this week or not, but I’ll include it for shits and giggles. I am carpeting 902 square feet of space, and the total comes to $3,887.41. This will be financed through them at 9.99% for 48 months. The payment will be $98.34, and I can pre-pay it. So much for not adding any debt for the reno… (although to be real, I knew this was likely. I wanted to finance it so that I can go back and see what I can pay off in full from the savings rather than committing to pay in cash). $3,887.41
4:00 pm – I meet with R to finalize his scope of work and to run some ideas by him. E, the friend who recommended him, also stops by to check the place out. My super comes by to meet R and chat, and gives me the one single extra key I can have. I’ll get billed for this in my maintenance, so nothing out of pocket now, but it’ll be $20.
7:00 pm – My cousin, T, comes over and we order dinner from a nearby bar. I pay. $33.47
8:30 pm – I head home to my real apartment, park my car, and walk up the stairs to see a LOT of packages waiting for me. One is the dress that I ordered on Tuesday (wow that was fast), and there are a few other packages that are apartment related that I ordered last week. Fun! It’s kinda like Christmas every day. There are two curtain rods from Target, and I do not like them AT.ALL. I’ll be returning those. I think they were like $18-$19 each. I go on Amazon and find comparably priced ones, plus I add one on for another room. I had ordered a rod for that room months ago, but I want them to all be consistent. I’ll find someone to give this one to, or I’ll try to return it. $60.02 (I hope I’m done spending money for the day!) I try on the dress quickly, and it might fit, but I can’t reach the back zipper, so it goes into the pile of dresses I need someone to help me with lol. $60.02
11:00 pm – After puttering around, and getting myself prepared for tomorrow (another busy day), I head towards bed. My body is trying to tell me that I’ve been awake too long, and I need to stop ignoring it.
Daily Total – $3,980.90 (I am literally nauseous. Even though I’ve been planning this for a while, and knew the money was going to be spent, spending in it these large chunks is so painful…)
Day Six (Saturday)
7:45 am – What? Whyyyyy…..I naturally wake up at this time but it’s actually ok, since I have a bunch to get done before I head out for the day’s errands and I won’t be staying at my apartment tonight. I’m puppy sitting!!!! Meds, pee, put the kettle up for my first cup of tea. While I’m waiting for the water to boil, I put bacon (that I defrosted the other day) into the oven to bake to meal prep for the upcoming week’s breakfasts.
10:00am – While I’m waiting for my breakfast to cook, I sit down at the computer, and check my work email (because I am a lunatic). I see a few things came in late last night that I’ll have to handle next week, so I add them to my to do list so as not to forget. I also put a few bathroom accessories into my Home Depot cart – a new shower curtain rod, a towel ring for the wall, the faucet, a new toilet paper roller thing for the wall holder, robe hooks for the back of the door, medicine cabinet. I initially intend to order, but get mad when I see that the price of the medicine cabinet has gone up by $75 in the few days since I chose it. I decide to wait until tomorrow night – I am returning a few things to Target that I’ll likely get a gift card for instead of a refund, so I’ll see if any of the things on the list are there. I have breakfast – 2 soft boiled eggs and toast, and do the dishes. I watch a few more episodes of Supernatural before heading out for the day.
12:00 pm – I make a travel mug of tea to take with me (I may have a problem), brush my teeth and load up the car with my laundry (I’ll do it at my mom’s house tomorrow), overnight bag, things I need to return, and a bag with some home décor items I am giving to a friend from elementary school. I’m heading back to the new apartment for an in home appointment with a Best Buy appliances specialist. They come to your house, measure, find out what you want and put together packages for you. It’s free so who am I to turn this down? I won’t buy appliances today, it’s a little too soon, but I want to see what’s what and then I can communicate with the guy as we move further into the process.
4:00 pm – Appliance guy called me at 3:45 to tell me that he had a family emergency and can’t make it today, but he’s very sorry and is going to give me sooooo many discounts. While I was waiting for him, I built out a package online. The level of appliances that I want is very well priced (and well under the budget I had estimated) once they’re bundled, so if he can cut me a deal on top of that, then all is forgiven. I pack up and leave, since that’s the only reason I came here today. I head to a nearby shopping center to do a return. There’s a Starbucks, so I mobile order a Venti London Fog latte, and pay using my pre-loaded card ($5.06).
5:30 pm – I get to my friend J’s house and let myself in the back door using the key she left for me. Her puppy is GORGEOUS but holycrap so much energy. I’m not really a dog person, I like the more laid back chill of cats, but this is fun. For the short period that it will be J I order some dinner – ravioli vodka, mozzarella sticks and tiramisu - $29.52
10:30pm – Puppy and I have been hanging all night but now it’s time for bed. Saturdays are wild, y’all. Change, pee, brush teeth, collapse into J’s guest room.
Daily Total – $29.52
Day Seven (Sunday)
8:00 am – I wake up and get to clean up puppy poop. She’s still new to the housebreaking thing. No matter how often I take her outside, she doesn’t seem to get that that’s where she’s supposed to pee/poop. She’s so cute and just a baby….so it’s hard to get upset with her. J has no tea in her house, nor does she appear to have a tea kettle. This is like CODE RED.
9:30 am – I finish packing my stuff up, put poor puppy back into crate, and head out. On my way, I stop at McDonald’s to get myself some breakfast. And some tea. I also buy my mother some food, and order a meal so I can have a second cup of tea lol. Then I head over to my mom’s house. $14.65
1:00 pm – While my laundry is going, I run out to drop off the décor items at my friend’s, and go to Target. I return the ugly curtain rods from the other day, and some other stuff I had. I then buy ginger beer for my sister, beef stock, half & half, grapes and a tension rod for the shower. The total comes to $39.97 (after some gift cards, and my mom or sister may give me some money towards this….not worried about it either way). I don’t like the tension rod all that much, but I can’t remember how much the fancy brand was. When I get back to my mom’s, I check and see that it’s cheaper *facepalm* so I’ll include it in my Home Depot order and return whichever one I don’t like. $39.97
6:00 pm – Laundry is done, we’ve eaten dinner (cavatelli with Bolognese which is delicious but it’s still a little too warm for it lol), and I head home. I unload the car, go park, chat with one of my neighbors for a few minutes, then head upstairs to get my Sunday evening list accomplished. Laundry gets put away, I find two sets of towels in my linen closet that can go into the donation bag, and I clean my purse out from the weekend debris.
8:30 pm – I place the Home Depot order I started yesterday. Glad I didn’t order then, because the medicine cabinet I chose is too big for the space. I order everything else in the cart, and put another medicine cabinet onto the “to be ordered and picked up at the store by R when he’s ready for it” list. Total comes to $166.54. I make a note to make a template of the different medicine cabinet sizes that I like to bring to the apartment this week for when I meet with R so I can choose one and be freaking done with it. $166.54
9:45 – Time for bed, I’m pooped. Shower, brush teeth, lay out clothes, tomorrow’s breakfast/snacks (some of the grapes I bought earlier) put in a bag, good night!
Daily Total – $221.16
Weekly Totals:
Clothing – $512.37
Food & Drink – $135.83
Gas – $32.00
Home/Renovation – $4,197.71
Transportation – $75.00
Miscellaneous (Target Trip) – $39.97
Grand Total - $5,592.17
Reflections: Holy Jesus. I knew this was going to be a weird week but DAYUM. If I remove the clothing (dresses) and stuff I bought for the renovation out, I’m at $882, which is still high for the week. Another good chunk of that will be reimbursed (I didn’t include the expensed items specifically, but some of it is indirectly covered). I’ll say that food & drink is a little out of the ordinary as well – not the amount, but I didn’t do any significant grocery shopping, which is usually a big part of my food spending for the week. I happened to be able to eat out of my freezer most days that I was home, and I ordered food when I was at the apartment or at my friend’s house! It’ll be very interesting to do a follow-up after the reno is done and I am firmly in the new place!!!!
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2019.10.01 15:26 curiousaf_tm My stupid self got scammed, but I have a receipt. Can I go to court?

Long story short: I found a great priced studio on Craigslist and in fear of losing out on it I put a deposit of the $350 down before I even saw the place. Stupid? Yes, of course. But I was naive and over excited at the thought of having my own place finally. Now all the red flags are popping up and I'm pretty confident I got scammed. I met up with the person to give them the money and they sent me and email receipt of the payment. Nothing fancy. Just an email stating the received my deposit. Also in the email is was stated I can get my deposit back within 24 hours if needed. If this person truly flakes on me, could I use this email in court to get my money back? Nothing was signed, but the email is from her directly. Location: North NJ
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2019.09.26 06:55 Throwaway7410963 Landlord/Property Management waited nearly 2 years to send to collections. Never notfied about not having subleaser.

Hi Reddit,
Sorry for the wall of text! TLDR at bottom. I tried searching for similar situations but couldn't find any specifics. This has aparently been going on since the latter half of 2017.
I rented an apartment right after my senior year of University in a busy college town in the midwest (Iowa). The application process went great and I was able to move in normally. However, by the end of of the first month I had recieved a really great job offer and needed to relocate by the next month and a half and gave them notice email/office visit the next day.
So, I purused through the contract and found that they allowed subleasing and leaving the lease for job relocation. I visited the rental office and the property manager (who lived a few doors down from me) numerous times** to make sure I signed out and checked off the move-out list. The property manager even met with me before I drove off, assured me all was well and to wish me luck! I made ads on FaceBook, Craigslist and Apartments.com to advertise that my apartment was available. They said that they too would advertise on their site and that people were being waitlisted.
Even though I wrote/called back over the next month, I only got an update email that I would be getting a payment for having my unit available for tours. The property manager also had numerous health issues but she usually got back to me within a week or so. I had already directed dozens of dozens of potential sub-leasers (the city had a housing shortage every year). I wasn't too worried about finding a subleaser. The ones I talked extensively also sounded very eager to move in and the apartment is rated very highly.
I ended up getting really busy with the new job and relocating (west-coast) - didn't think much of it. Until I got a collections letter (literally last week) demanding that I pay all the remaining rent, late fees, utility fees and interest whatnot for the entire remaining year (from the month I left). It also states that if I do not pay, they'll take me to court.
This just doesn't seem right or fair at all for them to not immediately contact me nor provide me with any other details about not finding a subleaser or late rent. A simple text would have been enough!!
None of my personal contact info like permanent address, cell phone number and personal email changed - so WHY WASN'T I CONTACTED?! I did not recieve any information from them and have all the call logs (I kept my old phone thankfully), records and papers to prove it. I suspect they may have given the subleasers I found another unit or had some major miscommunication within thier own team.
I've looked around Iowa's tenant's rights and found this:
Iowa Code § 562A.29 (2001)
*562A.29 Remedies for absence, nonuse and abandonment.
.....of the date the landlord has notice of the abandonment, if the landlord fails to use reasonable efforts to rent the dwelling unit at a fair rental....
...Some courts, however, have shifted the burden to the landlord, reasoning that “the landlord will be in a better position to demonstrate whether he exercised reasonable diligence in attempting to re-let the premises.”12 Among states that have addressed the issue, four (IA, NJ, UT, VA) have held that the D.C., Florida, and Missouri. Satin v. Buckley, 246 A.2d 778, 780-81 (D.C. 1968); FLA. STAT. § 83.595 (codifying 8 traditional common law options but providing that if landlord retakes possession, landlord has a duty to exercise good faith in attempting to relet the premises);....*
It just seems like the onus is on them to rent out the apartment to someone else after a month or two.
Seriously, WTF if sombody owed me hundreds, you bet I'd be nagging them everyday. So, how is it fair that they went totally silent until now?
TLDR:
Got an apartment [12 month lease]. Needed to relocate for a new job barely a month into lease. Gave them a month and a half of notice, was assured everything was OK ["allowed" in lease]. Should have had plenty of subleasers. Didn't hear from them for 2 years; despite none of my contact info changing (email, phone, permanent address). Suddenly get collections letter, threatening court; for entire remainding lease with built up fees. WTF
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2019.08.26 03:39 VeganMinecraft $$ Craigslist Studies $$

Sorry this one is so short. Most of the surveys I found had expired recently.
Here are some craigslist studies going on right now. I plan to do these weekly. I do not post “Chances to win” as I believe that EVERYONE should be paid for their time so I only post ones where they pay everyone that qualifies. I sincerely hope this is appreciated as it does take me a bit to compile and sift through dead and garbage links and surveys. As always, if something sounds fishy, don’t do it. I can’t vouch for ALL the links.
PRO TIP: For Research Studies in Your area that pay in cash (there are often quite a lot so too long and too time consuming to post everything from each state here. Would take me all day) go to your craigslist site and type in "research" or "survey" and look under community, gigs or jobs.
Online
$30 Amazon Homeowners
$20 Amazon Family Pets
$10 Amazon Banking Study
$40 Visa Shoplifting Survey
In Person
$100 Amazon Solar Homeowners -- San Francisco, CA
$100 Amazon Bladder Studies -- New Haven, CT
$25 Amazon Knee Study -- San Francisco
$10 Amazon UMBC Research -- Baltimore, MD
$10 Amazon Health Behaviors -- Seattle, WA
$50 Amazon Banking Services -- Toronto, CANADA
$175 Visa African American Car Owners -- Manhattan, NY
$50 Visa Tobacco Messages -- New Brunswick, NJ
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2019.08.09 20:02 Alwaysatodds I'm a talented craft bartender that just moved to NYC and no one will hire me. I don't know what I'm doing wrong.

Fellas and ladies, I need some advice. I'm 38 years old and I've been a bartender for the past 10 years. About 5 years ago I started doing craft and I got pretty good at it. I can make infusions, foams, bitters, syrups, smoke cocktails and all that jazz. I spent the last couple years working for one of the best craft bars in NJ and I have an excellent resume with at least 2 years experience at each location I've listed with great references. I'm not a pretentious jerk that only cares about cocktails. I used to be an English teacher, and I love both learning and sharing knowledge with others. I have a passion for the industry and I absolutely love being a bartender. I really want to master my craft, compete professionally and work my way up the ladder. That's why I moved to NYC a few months ago; I learned everything I could from my bar and I sacrificed a pretty cozy life to work with the best.
I've been making getting a gig my full time job for the past two months. I apply for 30 to 60 jobs per week. I primarily use Craigslist and focus on restaurants/bars with strong craft programs but I'm willing to work anywhere, at least for right now. I know that as bartenders its easy to get blind spots and different bars; whether it be a dive or a sports joint require different skills which I'm happy to freshen up. I go cold calling and show up at cattle calls. I modify my introduction letter and base it around each individual bar when I apply online. When I interview I let people know that I'm looking for growth, both personal and professional, and provide examples of my speed and knowledge. I even bring props! (burn boards and small mason jars of infused spirits) I think I give a strong representation of myself and I dress well, with a button down and black pants.
I'm older, I have a beard and I'm a pretty large man (5' 10", 280 pounds), but I always describe myself as having a Jackie Gleason-like dexterity. I know how to get skinny around a small bar. Yes I might not look like what a lot of owners and managers are looking for physically; but I'm fast, calm, capable, and have a strong attention to detail with an advanced understand of spirit crafting and history. Plus I love people. I like making guests feel welcome or seeing their eyes light up when they drink something unexpected. I'm good at what I do! And I know I don't know everything, there's lots of things I want to learn. That's why I spend a lot of time reading(I'm on Jim Meehan's Bartender manual atm) and watching other bartenders do their thing.
I get almost ZERO interest from NYC bars and restaurants. Cattle call interviews last 5 minutes, I get maybe one or two actual interviews a week if I'm lucky and haven't heard back from almost anyone. I had ONE good interview. It lasted 3 hours, then I did a 2 hour stache at each of their restaurants over the course of a week and it was still a no go. I really thought I had it. It was the hottest week of the year, and I think it was because I was sweating like a nun in a cucumber patch. I know NYC is competitive, I get it. But I tell you guys, the way people's eyes drop and disposition change when they realize I'm the one they're interviewing just kills me inside, but I give it my best. And I know my physicality is getting in the way, but I'm exercising twice a day, I'm doing keto, and I use intermittent fasting. I've already lost 20 pounds in a month.
If any NYC bartenders have any advice for getting a gig or what I can do better, I'd really appreciate it. I'm not desperate, and I'm not getting bummed out but this has been an especially frustrating week. I feel like I'm over and under-qualified at the same time. I knew it was going to be challenging to break into the NY bar scene, but this is pretty brutal. I am staying positive! I'm signing up to USBG this week and I'm going to network and attend industry events. I'm also applying to the BAR program and looking for other legitimate advanced bartending courses and am considering working towards a Cicerone certification. I'm going to keep studying, applying and exercising. I just hope there's room in this jungle for a goofy middle-aged guy who started a little late but finally figured out what he wanted to do with his life.
Thanks for listening!
~A big bearded bartender
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2019.07.16 23:48 openhousedpen Paid via Check for a Craigslist Service, Wondering What to Do

I recently spent 10 or so hours programming a website for some guy on Craigslist. He said he doesn't do online payments (I understand, a lot of customers are afraid to enter personal details online) and said he'd ask the NC Merchants Committee to mail me a check. Off the bat this was weird since the listing was in NJ, but I passed it off as nothing. He said he also needed me to wire some money to another address once I received the check to pay off another person. Now, he mailed me a check for a very large money ($2000-3000) and I'm pretty god damn sure this is a scam and I'm wondering how stupid and gullible I could have been to accept this deal. The check also mispells Political as "Pilitical." Is there any way for me to verify a check and make sure it doesn't bounce? Now he's saying he can pay me via Venmo or Zelle, are any of those methods safer? Luckily I haven't sent out any money yet but I've put a ton of hours into this.

Note he also refuses to send me a picture of his face/photo id.

EDIT: So what I'm probably going to do at this point is call Paragon Bank tomorrow (division of Towne Bank in Raleigh) and ask them about this check. They're the bank listed on the check. Quick question though, if the check clears and the money goes to my account is it 100% mine? He can't do anything about it then?
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2019.06.16 16:36 VeganMinecraft $$ Craigslist Studies $$

Link to last week's previous studies. Some may still be relevant. https://old.reddit.com/beermoney/comments/bybz24/craigslist_studies/
Here are some craigslist studies going on right now. I plan to do these weekly and maybe bi weekly if some good stuff comes up. I do not post “Chances to win” as I believe that ALL people should be paid for their time so I only post ones where they pay everyone that qualifies. I sincerely hope this is appreciated as it does take me 2-3 hours to compile and sift through dead and garbage links and surveys. As always, if something sounds fishy, don’t do it. I can’t vouch for ALL the links.
Online
$20 Amazon Online User Interviews
$25 Amazon or Paypal Work for Gig Jobs
$25 Amazon Gift Insurance Claim
$100 Amazon Homeaway Hosts
$100 Amazon Homeowner Focus Group
$20 Amazon Online Gaming
$200 Amazon Autism Research
$50 Amazon Nursing Continuing Education
$50 Amazon Teachers Continuing Education
$50 Amazon Finance Continuing Education
$50 Amazon Lawyers Continuing Education
$50 Amazon Android Users
$50 Visa Section 8 Housing
In Person
$50 Amazon Treatment of Depression -- San Francisco, CA
$10 Amazon Interactions with Police -- Detroit, MI
$50 Amazon Over 50s Drivers -- San Francisco, CA
$50 Amazon co Urbanize --San Bruno, CA
$100 Amazon Software Engineers -- San Francisco, CA
$50 Amazon Iphone App Review --Spokane, WA
$100 Amazon Construction Professionals -- Midtown, NY
$75 Amazon It Security Services -- Seattle, WA
$50 Visa Corrective Lenses -- Chicago, IL
$200 Visa Access to Health Care -- Detroit, MI
$100 Visa Home Appliances -- Chicago, IL
$45 Visa Brain Imaging -- Portland, OR
$50 Amazon Reduction of Stress -- New Brunswick, NJ
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2019.04.08 03:24 Pelucas_21 [Landlord US-NJ] Tenant From Hell

This is a long one but worth the read. I knew I had to share this story and experience to warn other landlords of horrible scum professional tenants that abuse the system and take good people for granted. (Apologies for any typos).
Location - Morris County, NJ
I’d like to share my story to the world, to let them know why it is beyond important to make sure they are doing the proper screening and background checks when they are deciding to rent their property. A little information about me: at the time of me writing this, I was extremely new to the real estate game. I have heard countless stories and did my research, read books and articles, listened to countless podcasts on how real estate investing is one of the best ways to find achieve financial freedom.
Listing for Rent - August 2018
When I was going to list this for rent, I decided that I would list it myself and not use a realtor to help me out. I have been a tenant of apartments and have heard that it is not a big deal doing it on your own. I came up with my own lease (pieced from different ones found online, documentation and process that I would use to rent out) and found a great background check company online that had great reviews and one that I have even used personally to be a tenant in buildings. The listings were posted on Zillow, Trulia, Hotpads, Craigslist and Facebook Marketplace.
As I was conducting open houses and showings, various people were who were really considering the condo. The first person interested, I had them fill out an application and then conducted a background check. Everything checked out when I got the result, but come time where he needed to provide security deposit as well as first month check, he never showed up. The second was a young couple who loved the place who wanted to move in ASAP. Similar situation as the first man, they filled out the application and I conducted a background check and they passed. But come time to meet to hand in the security deposit and first month rent prior to move in, they never showed up. After those situations occurred, a lady reached out to me (Tenant) and said she was very interested in the place and had everything ready to go. She stated that she had the security deposit, first months rent, background check papers and recent pay stubs available. Me being new, excited and eager to rent and get some cash flow coming in, I thought to myself that this seemed legit. Security Deposit paid, first month of August paid. Only issue I had was that her security deposit check bounced so I brought it up to her and was able to Zelle it to me. Other than that I never heard any issues for the first month of her living there. What I didn’t know was that I was setting myself up for the learning experience of a lifetime.
September 2018
As September was rolling around, I still did not heard any issues or complaints from her. When rent was due on the first of the month, she never contacted me, she was late on rent. I gave her until September 3rd before I reached out. When I did, she mentioned that her father had passed away and that she would be dropping off the rent in cash on the 5th of the month. I understood the situation and went along with it. September 5th came, she never showed up with the cash and began to reject my calls, disregard my emails and text messages. I notified her and told her that I would be coming to the property to pick up the money. When I got there, she did not answer the door... but she was home. I left a notice on her door with a letter stating and highlighting the rules of the lease that she signed. In addition to her not paying rent, I received a call from the association stating that they have been getting complaints of garbage being left outside, loud noises and consistent disruptions to the community. I was even being notified from the upstairs neighbor that she had noticed there has been another man living there, whom which was not on the lease. This was another obvious breach of lease that I addressed in the letter I left on her door. By now I had come to the realization that I was dealing with a professional tenant. The ones that I have read about and heard that they will ruin my time, effort and money. The ones to absolutely avoid because they are scum and low life people who understand the system very well and know that they can live in a place rent free until they are officially removed.
It was time to take this to court and on that following Monday I filed a tenant summons. (In the court of Morris County, when filing a suit in for these type of cases, there are two reasons to chose from as to why you are there. Either you are there for Nonpayment of rent or you are there for Other). I, being there for both nonpayment of rent and breach of lease, selected the Other option. Once I submitted the initial summons, I received a letter in the mail a few days later and the court date was set for the following week.
Being in court for these situations suck. I didn’t know what to expect, I was nervous and anxious as to what was going to happen. These tenant/landlord cases meet in big assembly rooms, where there are other people there for the same reason as I was. I was sitting there with my mom, when we saw Tenant walk in. She didn’t even look as us. Didn’t care that we were there and looked like she has been there before. She approached the table where the state attorneys were to offer their support and legal assistance free of charge, to those in need, and was able to get an attorney to represent her in this situation. After roll call for all the cases listed, we then met with a mediator at a table. Across the table, It was Tenant and her attorney, a mediator in the middle and myself on the other end. The mediator instructed us to direct everything towards him that everything was kept “civil”. I then began to explain my case as to why I was there. The case of her not paying rent, having another person living there not on the lease, as well as her breaching the condominium rules and regulations and that I wanted her out. After the mediator heard my case, he then turned to the attorney at the other side of the table and heard what the defendant had to say. The attorney stated that because the case was for other and not for nonpayment of rent, I did not follow the proper notices for eviction, and that nothing could be done and that she would be allowed to stay. Neither sides came to an agreement so we were able to go in front of a judge that same day. The judge gave the same reasoning as to why I would not be able to get rid of her; since I chose the other selection, I needed to follow the proper notice process which was first to send her a Notice to Cease, stating the situation, followed by a Notice to Quit. From then, I would have been able to begin the eviction process. Since those steps on my end were not taken, the judge dismissed the case without prejudice. I made an error - because of my error I then had to refile again to have her evicted. She got lucky, I messed up. I couldn’t believe it, I was drained and felt beyond defeated. The proper steps needed to be taken and I then sent Notice to Cease has been mailed to her. I would need to send a Notice to Quit if it continued.
October - December 2019
The She has not paid rent for October now. Now, the total rent due for this new complaint was filed was in the amount of about $3,750. This time, I made sure I chose the correct option of nonpayment of rent. I also made it known that if she did not pay rent by November 1st, the delinquent rent that would be owed would be $5,170. These next few series of events that took place between the months of October and December are so obscure that I think it is best for me just to have list it in timeline format:
  1. Complaint was filed on October 9th and summons was issued on October 11th with a trial date of November 2nd.
  2. Come the trial date of November 2nd, again my mother and I waited for roll call. Once they got to my case number, Tenant did not show up, thus causing a default and resulting in a win of the case for me. All paperwork was filed to evict her immediately after to get her out of there ASAP. (I felt a wave of emotion come over me. I couldn’t believe that it was finally coming to end… or so I thought).
  3. A Warrant for Removal was entered on November 15th stating that the tenant had to vacant the property by November 27th.
  4. On November 26th (day before eviction), an Order to Show Cause was filed by the Tenant with the court, whereas the judgement of the November 2nd case was vacated and the case was relisted for December 7th. (Basically what happened was that Tenant went in and stated that she never received the original notice to appear in court on November 2nd, which is why she didn’t show up. After the judge took a look at the court records and documentation, he realized the the court*/*clerk messed up on the address when sending out the notice. As a result, the notice was never properly given to Tenant and returned to to the court from USPS. Yes, so because of a clerical error, the eviction was put on hold and I now had to go back to court and figure this out again! I remember getting the call from the judge when he was in the courtroom with the tenant and attorney and he was listing out the reasons and going over what was going to happen. I couldn’t believe it. I received the call while I was at work and I was in shock. I began to shake and get emotional and was very confused as to why this was happening. This couldn’t be happening - I was so close to the finish line that I could smell victory. I needed to lawyer up going in for this THIRD time now).
  5. December 7th comes around and this time I have an attorney with me. He was referred to me by a friend who knew that this was his speciality. We get to court and he begins to talk to her attorney. They both agree that she is a terrible person and that she was just getting lucky and duping the system. Tenant and I come to an agreement to allow Tenant on the property through July 31, 2019 (end of lease) contingent upon the $6,600 due and owing to me in the following way:
    1. The entire amount of the security deposit ($2,500) was to be applied towards the total $6,600 which was the total due in missed rent including the month of December 2018.
    2. $1,650 would come from the Office of Temporary Rental Assistance was to be delivered by December 31st. This was to cover the month of October.
    3. $2,450 was delivered to me in cash that day prior from us leaving the courtroom.
    4. Tenant was set to pay rent as it becomes due and owing by the 3rd of each month, as per lease agreement. It was also stipulated by both parties, with attorneys) that any late payment would constitute a breach of the agreement and a Warrant for Removal would be issued without any eviction re-filing.
(This put me in somewhat a good place. The agreement was now hanging over her head and if she slipped up once then she was automatically out. Given her track record, everyone was confident that she would slip up and would breach the agreement. I was, however, out of the security deposit. It was a risk I was willing to take given the fact that I was at least able to recuperate the amount of money that was owned. Now instead of being out $6,600, I was only out $1,650).
Before the 2019 New Year, I received a call from the OTA office stating that she would not be able to receive the assistance that she needs and that I should work with her on an alternative. I thought this was great - this is a breach of agreement and there is no way out of it. She will not be getting the assistance she needs and she will be out. I let the Court Officer that was handling the eviction know that we could continue with the lock out and that she breached the agreement. He was also aware of the situation and granted me an extension on the lockout because it would be past the initial 30 days from filing. This would be helpful since I would not have to file again a Warrant for Removal.
January 2019
I get confirmation that the lockout will be held on Monday January 7th - which could not be more of a perfect time. On the night of December 31st, I get word from a neighbor that around 6:30am, a swarm of police officers went to the property and arrested the boyfriend that was living there. It seemed like the property was being used as a trap house and people were consistently in and out of there and shady activity was happening very frequently. I was able to find out from the township that it was a domestic abuse call. Unfortunately, the police were not able to release a report to me because I knew the names of the people in the incident. This is just giving me more energy and even more of a reason to get her and everything they own out.
January 7th came around and she had not paid rent for the month. This is another breach of agreement and now there is nothing that she can do to get out of this one - right on time for the lockout. I am excited and thrilled to get in there and see the condition of the property as I have no idea what has been going on in there and have not seen it since originally rented. I met with the court office at the property and went up the door. He knocked a few times and no one answered so he tried the door and it was unlocked so we went in. There was no one home except her two dogs (which only one is accounted for on the lease), and we looked around. The place was a mess, dirty and smelled like cigarettes. We immediately began to change the locks and make sure everything was locked so there is no way of her to get in when she got home. We had to get her dogs out so we called her, but she did not pick up. After not leaving her a voicemail, she did not end up coming so we had to call animal control to come get the dogs and they took them. After everything was changed, windows locked, I officially thought we won. It was amazing. She was out and there was no way for her to get in. By law, I had to hold her things for 30 days, but I had planned to move everything out and put in a storage unit - it would be up to her to contact me and I would schedule when it would be convenient for me to get them.
Just when I thought things were done, they weren’t. I should have assumed there was something else coming. There always something else with her. The following day I received a call from my attorney stating that Tenant went back to the court and asked for another Order to Show cause. This time around, she stated that she was waiting to hear back from the OTA office, when they actually told me she would not be getting assistance. In addition to that, the judge stated that the lockout should have never happened in the first place, because the original lockout date was past its 30 days of filing. Therefore the warrant for removal was rescinded and I was forced to let her back into the property that same day. It seemed that when the original lockout was put on hold, the court office never spoke to the judge to see if they would approve the extension I request. Now, since there was a miscommunication between both the court office and the judge, the judge felt that it was not an ample notice time for the tenant to be removed from the property. So now twice the court has messed up and because of another error on their end, I had to suffer the consequences. I’ve had a mix of bad luck, court issues and her finessing the system and she was still there. Following that new debacle, I had to go back to the court and file a new Warrant for Removal. With the submission of the warrant, I also submitted a Confirmation of Breach of Agreement. This was legal documentation, drafted by my attorney, stating everything that happened. All incidents were listed out in a timeline manner showing how we ended up at the current situation.
The new eviction date was posted on January 22nd - and of course she went back to the court but this time to ask for a seven day extension. In addition to the extension, she claimed that while we were in the condo with the sheriff for the first eviction, that we stole her TV stand, engagement ring, and money she was planning on using to pay rent. At this point, she was really trying everything possible to stay. Her attorney stated that if she feels that this is true, then that she would need to file a police report with the township, but that it would be a completely separate case. (This ended up falling through the cracks for her. It is very doubtful that she followed through with this claim and realized it would be much more of a hassle for her to go through it). The new date for removal was the 31st of the month.
This time, things were finally looking up. The upstairs neighbor saw the tenant finally moving her things out the night before. They just took what they could; clothes, TVs, sofa. Everything else they left. We went in there the day of the lockout and the place was a mess. Garbage everywhere, food left in the fridge and cabinets. Bathroom was disgusting as it had never been cleaned since they moved in. In the bedroom they left their mattress, bed frame and random family photos behind a mirror. Luckily everything was junk and there was no damage to the actual structure of the unit. This is something that made me feel better about the situation and knew everything was just going to get thrown out. That weekend I got in there with my family and stripped the place clean like new. In addition to that, I contacted my realtor that had been working with me to buy the unit and listed the property to rent through the agency. It was finally done. This never ending saga with the worst possible scum of the earth has finally whittled down and ended. One of the most wild, difficult and frustrating things that has happened to my life has been completed. These five crucial months shaped me, made me redefine my trust in people and most importantly made taught me the lesson to always, without fail, do a thorough background check when renting property. Cutting corners and being lazy for these type of events are not worth the headache, time and money that it will cost you down the line if you are dealt a bad tenant.
I’ll preach this for as long as I can, but this is a life lesson that will forever stay with me. One that I will tell others about and make sure they follow my example on what to not do.
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2019.03.04 06:18 whaddupman21 UPDATED MASTER POST.. yes, its long, forgive me, im new to this just trying to be thorough.

UPDATED MASTER POST

DISCORD
ORIGINAL ARG POST
PASSWORD PROTECTED TUMBLR
*NEWLY DISCOVERED PASSWORD*: feb2019
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1st Reddit post containing CL ad
2nd ARG post which includes hints towards decoding 2nd video URL in comments
1st YouTube video Somebody Guide "Pay Attention"
2nd nonworking video link
This URL shown in 1st video, portion after = needs to be decoded to get to the real URL https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E2lSyDKDGm8

K100 unlisted video, found by solving puzzle"Betrayal"
Somebody Guide 2nd video "Exposed"
K100 YouTube Channel
whoisk100 Twitter
Eddie Villabon SoundCloud
Javiev38 Youtube Channel w/ similar music
Whoisk100 "Vlog" "This Changes Everything"
Joseph Santos Article
Booker Allen/ possibly "BT" Article
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2/27/19 Zero___prime's Notes:
*Background Song of "Youtubers need music" has the lyrics "dream dream dream dream".On a twitter post dream autocorrected to D.R.E.A.M which stands for Drugs Ruin Everything Around Me.This term came from this song: https://genius.com/Transplants-dream-lyrics
*Some of the lyrics are similiar to said song, might be a remix .
*Krokodil Hunna seems to be the K referred to on the back of the notes, Krokodil is the Russian street name for the drug Desomorphine A.K.A the flesh-eating drug, or the zombie drug.
*At end of the first video is a drawing of a kid in pajamas at the top of some stairs looking downwards.
*We've got some interaction on twitter between Letie Trumbower and whoisk100. She seemed to have helped answer questions of whoisk100 along with unknown female person called Ash.
*There was a mention in a twitter about aliens and microchipping, letie has a lot of tags on twitter posts about f2b (Fade to Black)and JChurchRadio which are conspiracy related media.
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1st PUZZLE SOLVED:
*u/javiev38 posted a screen shot of a craigslist ad searching for puzzle solvers which linked the “Pay attention” youtube video as a tutorial. This is linked above. u/wtf_jason suggest Caesar cipher in comments of this post. When researching Caesar cipher 2 things stood out:
1. Case sensitive option: The nonworking URL in the "Pay Attention" Video is the only case sensitive thing introduced so far.
2. Shift + 4 option: On a keyboard, Shift & 4= $. Whoisk100 repeatedly tweeted "cae$sar".
Use “E2lSyDKDGm8” from the nonworking URL in a Caesar Cipher Decoder using the shift + 4 option and you get “E2hSuDKDGi8”. Replace the original with this in that portion of the URL & you will be lead to the "Betrayal" video. This video is unlisted on the K100 YouTube channel, so using the link is the only way you can find it.

3/7/19 NOTES :
*Joseph Santos is the man being shot in the "Betrayal" video. This is a real clip from a real incident. Link to Article explaining incident above.
*Text messages from the "Betrayal" possibly refer to Booker Allen, a ex employee from a drug rehab in NJ who was accused of sexual assault. Link to article explaining incident above.
*A SoundCloud belonging to "Eddie", possibly "Eddie/Edwaters" was discovered. Music from this soundcloud is used in the background of the YouTube videos.
*It is discovered that 2 accounts, "Joseph Santos" & "Joey Santos", follow "Eddie's" SoundCloud, with pictures showing that it is the same Joseph Santos from the "Betrayal" clip. This could mean that Joseph Santos and the owner of this SoundCloud account knew each other.
*This SoundCloud is also followed by a "dvillabon04", which could be a wife or family member.
LINK: soundcloud.com/eddievillabon
*YouTube page with same type of music under javiev38
*New Video "This Changes Everything" is posted to both Whoisk100's twitter & the K100 YouTube Channel. A female is introduced, both characters don't recognize each other.
*A third email is posted to the tumblr account

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2019.02.20 01:19 rmc52482 Moving Company Tried to Extort My Sister

The tl/dr is when the moving company came they more than doubled the cost based on factors they were already aware of. They were sent away, but we are wondering if there is any legal recourse/small claims court to get the deposit back or prevent them from scamming others. From NY to CT. The drivers came from NJ apparently. This happened right after Christmas.
I must say, legaladvice is one of my favorite subs to read and lurk on. I was hoping there wouldn't ever be a day I'd have to post, but here goes.
My sister works for a major retail chain as an assistant manager. She occasionally has to move for work. Since we have moved her a few times already, we suggested this time for her to get movers and save everyone some time since we lived two hours away and she was moving a little further in the opposite direction.
She researched various customers and spent a few hours reading reviews before she picked one. She said the person that helped her was very nice. He asked her all sorts of questions of what type of building she was moving both to and from and gave them both addresses. She mentioned that her current apartment was on the 3rd floor and the new one was on the 1st.
They quoted her $1600 for the entire move they would have their people come to do all the loading drive to the new destination and bring everything in the new place. They wanted a $400 deposit which seemed fair. The first flag was that they wanted a money order which she sent as a picture to them. Before she did, I said she should find a way to use a credit card so she had some protection, but she was running out of time and was still working a lot of hours and packing her whole place.
They called her the week before confirming everything. The day they were supposed to be there (Thursday), the truck broke down. They said they would come the next day at noon. They arrived closer to 3 o'clock, and that's when the fun started. They said that it would be an EXTRA $2000 to complete the move. An extra thousand because she was on the 3rd floor and then another because they couldn't park directly in front of her house and they'd have an extra bit to go.
After all this, she is in tears because there is no way she can afford that. She is on hold with the company forever trying to get some answers. The helpful salesman who she had a direct line to anytime prior does not answer her calls. Apparently, the driver was very friendly and not so subtlety implied that this often happens with this company and people just pay because they have to move. She's also a day behind at this point. I tell her to send them away, and I'll drive down there, and we'll figure something out.
She sends them away and tells them to forget it. They don't drive away and just hang out in the truck. She gets called back by the company, and magically they can now do the entire thing for the $1600 quoted price. The driver had told her prior that would happen, and he said even if they did that, once arrived at her new place there would be a destination fee or unloading fee. She stuck her ground and said forget it.
I drove the 2 hours; we were able to get a Uhaul find a few local moving guys from Craigslist that thankfully had some time on a Friday night. Ended up costing $250 for them but was worth it. We drove to her new place and got in like 2 am.
As anyone who works in retail knows, even their managers don't make a ton of money. So she has been trying to get her deposit back. She has called a bunch they refuse to give it back. Seeing they sent a trailer and two-person crew from what I later found out was like 3 hours away to begin with. They might have lost money anyway. This brings me some solace, but it would be nice if she could get her $400 back. I was hoping there'd be some avenue like small claims court or something like this. Maybe it would even deter them from these type of tactics with other people. Any help or advice is much appreciated. She doesn't have reddit account but I'm linking her this, and she is more than willing to answer any questions.
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