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Over Board, Over Draft!
If I was a magician I would have saved all my powers and tricks for this day when i went overboard with the overdraft of my best friend bank account. I had just started a job with two rideshare companies as a delivery driver. In order for me to get paid I needed a traditional bank account and not a prepaid card. So my best friend who was my ride or die had a bank account that was just in hibernation. Not even having a second thought, I quickly asked him could I use his Navy Federal Bank account for my pay/ he said here is my account number and pin number, just make sure you keep it in a safe place. I said Thank you so much , I truly appreciate it. You are more than welcome Will, that’s what fiends are for right. Yes sir you are absolutely right. As I proceeded out the house to pick up my next order, the wheels in my head started turning. So I I started this 1 man conversation with myself saying i need some extra money so that I can turn up a lil bit this weekend, and I'm not going to get paid until next weekend. Umm, I wonder if he has that overdraft protection on his account. I’ll see if i can withdraw that and then i'll just pay it back once I get paid. I just have to find a way to put it back so that he wont find out.
By william kelly5 years ago in Confessions
10 reasons why failing at suicide gave me a new lease on life.
10. Waking up/Morning routine. Who would have thought something as common as waking up every day would be cause for celebrating? It is. One thing I have been working on is being more mindful of the present moment especially upon waking up every day. Before my feet have even touched the floor I lay in bed and quietly visualize my day. I play out any and all scenarios in my mind all of which conclude positively and in the best benefit of all included. I finish up with some positive self talk about some of the things I'm grateful for. Then after waking up, brushing my teeth and drinking a couple glasses of water. I find a quiet spot in or outside where I can sit close my eyes and for the next 15 minutes I just sit and focus on my breathing. No thoughts, no worries, nothing but my breathing and silence. Blissful. My day has begun.
By Nick Farina5 years ago in Confessions
Lake St. Claire
Can't breathe. Dead stop. This can't be real. Gemini paced wildly, her heels clicking against the tile. She felt it all. Anger, being used, fear. She took a deep breathe in, and exhaled slowly. Maintaining her composure was a skill she had learned long ago and she had become used to being numb inside.
By Jamie Lynn Wilson5 years ago in Confessions
Procrastination
My problem Last year, when it all kicked off, everyone spent quite a bit of time talking about how they were filling their time. Being a caring and interested individual, I was heartened to hear how well some people were doing – lots of us, in fact, had used the time trapped indoors to develop their interests, and pick up new ones.
By StudyStream Team5 years ago in Confessions
The Day I Suffered A Near Fatal Fart Attack
If you suffer from an excess of flatulence, as I do, it can lead to some extremely hilarious, embarrassing moments. There is one thing you should never do when dealing with the public and that is because it tends to leave a very bad smell, if you know what I mean, except in this case it was all the sound and the fury without the whiff.Allow me to explain.
By Liam Ireland5 years ago in Confessions
The Robbery
I have a story about why you should ALWAYS, always, always… listen to your gut! This is a story you are going to think I made up or got out of a movie, but this 100% happened to me and I am still in disbelief over what happened, but #NORAGRETS am I right?
By Michelle P5 years ago in Confessions
The Tales of a Flustering Valentina
Born on January 29th, in a small city in Mexico our heroine burst out from her mother’s womb, 6 hours into labor, ready to face the world. The nurse, overworked and tired, runs out “It’s a boy!” she shouts and returns to clean the baby as the family waiting outside erupts in shouts of joy. Exactly 10 minutes later the attending doctor walks out with a baby girl. With all the corruption in Mexico the family is skeptical and demands to know why they were told the baby was a boy but bring out a girl. The doctors are quick to reassure the family that there were no other babies born on the same day and upon further investigation they arrive to the conclusion that when they picked up the baby she had a bit of poo stuck to her bottom, not to mention she was a little hairy thing, and therefore the tired nurse got confused. Relieved and happy the family decide to name her Valentina, a name meaning bravery and strength, a name for a brave soldier. She has always felt this name was an oxymoron, and that it cursed her to be faced with many embarrassing tales.
By Magdaleno Jaimes5 years ago in Confessions
Once Upon a Car Crash
You know, one of the many “fun” things about anxiety is that it makes everything embarrassing. Walking across the room? Embarrassing. Buying toothpaste? Embarrassing. I blinked once, and it was embarrassing (exaggeration? Maybe. Maybe not). Basically: I exist? How embarrassing.
By Katherine Scott5 years ago in Confessions
