Sometimes you’re in a PINCH.
To be real with you, when I was in high school & college I was always ( ALWAYS ) in a pinch.
I was broke.
Not like sort of broke either, like REAL broke.
The kind of broke where your credit card declines for a dive bar $10.99 dinner in front of 10 girls who are judging you kind of broke. ( Not saying that happened, not saying it didn’t happen ). It was bad.
Let’s just say money management wasn’t my strong suit.
There I would be at Starbucks using quarters…or nickles ( the green Coinstar machine was my BFF ) buying a grande black coffee, abusing the free cinnamon/nutmeg privileges. To even further reiterate how broke I was?
I was that girl at the gas station asking “can I get $1.09 on #7?”
That happened. A lot, actually.
More than one would think. Like there I’d be on my way to work as a cocktail server & I’d realize “fuck, I’ve been on empty for 15 miles- I should probably get gas, right?” But I’d only have like a dollar or something on me.
That was fine though because I was on my way to make cash tips ( usually about $40 bucks- this changed when I became a bartender though- thank God ).
After work, I’d head to my car with $1.09 of gas in it & drive straight to ampm to fuel up on Flaming Hot Cheetos & cheap Pinot Grigio + $20 dollars more of gas.
Hey, the strategy worked. I got home- with red powered fingers, mind you. But at least I got home.
Sometimes I feel like we don’t discuss these days as much as we should ( should we? ).
I have so, SO many stories about being a bartender ( remember that time a pissed off, older woman flicked a crusty thong at me across the bar! ). If you’re a broke college student paying your way through college- I feel you. I feel you hard. And I feel your budget.
One thing about being on a budget that is very badass is you have TO GET CREATIVE.
I actually attribute a lot of The Skinny Confidential to my time spent being on a budget because I was always finding angles & ways around roadblocks. Sneaky, sneaky. No one could tell me no, because if they told me no- I’d find a different door. You know what they say: if there’s a will, there’s a way.
After reading the book, How To Murder Your Life, I picked up on a tip I USED TO DO ALL THE TIME. A tip I forgot I did but I did do A LOT.
YOU KNOW WHAT MEAN? Like don’t you all of a sudden remember something you did a long time ago that you forgot you did but you want to keep doing, you just forgot you did it?
Oh, come on. Anyone? Some of you get it.
Anyway, that’s this tip.
This tip is one for the babes on the budget. The girl who’s reading this in her dorm, driving her car from school to work on $1.09. The girl who’s maybe eating Top Ramen ( S/O to the blue packet- Oriental Flavor with “lemon” from a plastic lemon squeezed all over it ). The girl who wants to smell expensive but needs to put the funds towards a flat tire & drugstore mascara.
So are you ready for it? It’s a weird one.
BANANA BOAT DARK TANNING OIL.
( It’s not for the sun though, quit whining! You know I would never tell you to lay in the sun? Come on now ).
That’s right, the tip is that simple- cheap tanning oil.
ROCK IT YEAR-ROUND. Throw this shit on your neck, arms, chest, legs ( especially legs- this was my go-to ).
PEOPLE will love it. No seriously, there’s something so incredibly appealing about smelling like this cheap, drugstore oil.
Guys will sniff you. Maybe sniff you too close. But hey, at least they’re sniffing?