We had 'The Talk'. It's time for me to get my own credit card. I compare this feeling to that of getting braces - at first it was exciting because all my friends had them, but soon after the novelty faded I was left with cold sores and a horrible smile.
Naturally I spent the majority of my morning at work researching all the different types of cards. I want one that can get me maximum milage on my airlines so I narrowed it down to my top three. For US Airways I want to get into the world program Visa card, but if I don't qualify they give me a more standard one. It's like applying for Huntsman and just getting into Wharton - not bad, but I'm special and I want the top of the line!
After galavanting around with platinum in my purse I don't feel right about settling for the run-of-the-mill card. But then I had to face my own reality when filling in my annual salary, I probably can't afford a fancy piece of plastic. So I applied to my top 3.
I let my dad know via txt that I had taken initiative and called it a day.
He called minutes later in a panic. Apparently when you apply for a card you are automatically enrolled once you are approved! WTF?! How does that logic work? So now my credit gets screwed because I wanted to weigh my options. I don't even have room in my wallet for 3 more cards. It's like I applied early decision at 3 schools and this is my punishment if I get into all three. I just hope I get a few free flights out of it!
