Well, I let a SMALL problem become a HUGE problem. :/

[Tasha]

The saying,"Take care of SMALL problems before they become HUGE problems," is happening to me right now. My 55 cent problem has escalated into a roughly $35 problem! :/

[smurgerburger]

I think some detail is lacking.

[Tasha]

I think some detail is lacking.

I had 0.45 in one of my checking accounts, a service fee of $1 went through and I ended up being overdrawn by 0.55. I thought, "No big deal, I'm only overdrawn by 0.55. Lo and behold, just a couple of days later, I ended up being overdrawn by roughly $35! I put a dollar in that checking account and asked my Bank to reverse the roughly $35 overdraft. I was told the overdraft would be reversed. I am STILL overdrawn by roughly $35. I REALLY should have just deposited a $1 the same or next day that the $1 service fee went through. :/

[DGenBen]

I think some detail is lacking.

I had 0.45 in one of my checking accounts, a service fee of $1 went through and I ended up being overdrawn by 0.55. I thought, "No big deal, I'm only overdrawn by 0.55. Lo and behold, just a couple of days later, I ended up being overdrawn by roughly $35! I put a dollar in that checking account and asked my Bank to reverse the roughly $35 overdraft. I was told the overdraft would be reversed. I am STILL overdrawn by roughly $35. I REALLY should have just deposited a $1 the same or next day that the $1 service fee went through. :/

Thank you!

This was a useful & interesting anecdote! It reminded me of a short story I once read called Watching Paint Dry. For your reading pleasure I have posting it below.

It was a quiet Saturday afternoon when Julia decided to repaint her bedroom. She had chosen a serene shade of blue, aptly named "Ocean Breeze," hoping it would bring a sense of calm to her hectic life. The walls, once a dull beige, were now being transformed by smooth, even strokes of her paintbrush.

With the last brushstroke completed, Julia stood back to admire her work. Satisfied with the even coat, she decided to take a break and let the paint dry. She settled into her favorite armchair by the window, a cup of chamomile tea in hand, and prepared for what she thought would be a mundane wait.

But as she gazed at the freshly painted walls, something unexpected happened. The gentle breeze flowing through the open window began to play with the wet paint, creating tiny ripples and waves that shimmered in the afternoon light. Julia leaned forward, intrigued by the subtle movement. It was as if the walls were alive, breathing softly.

As minutes turned into hours, Julia found herself mesmerized by the slow, almost imperceptible changes taking place before her eyes. The paint began to settle and dry, and she noticed the way the light shifted across the surface, highlighting different textures and patterns. She watched as the once wet and glossy paint transformed into a smooth, matte finish, the color deepening and richening with every passing moment.

Julia's mind began to wander. She thought about how often she had rushed through life, missing the beauty in the small, everyday moments. Watching the paint dry, she realized, was a metaphor for patience and mindfulness. It was about finding joy in the process, not just the end result.

She sipped her tea, feeling a sense of peace wash over her. She noticed the way the paint had settled into the tiny imperfections of the wall, giving it character and depth. She thought about how those imperfections were much like the ones in her own life—flaws that made her unique and beautiful.

By the time the paint had dried completely, the sun was setting, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. Julia stood up and stretched, feeling a renewed sense of calm and contentment. She had set out to change the color of her walls, but in the process, she had discovered something much more profound.

Watching paint dry had taught her the value of slowing down, of being present in the moment. It had shown her that beauty could be found in the most unexpected places, if only she took the time to look. As she turned off the light and headed to bed, Julia knew that she would carry this newfound sense of mindfulness with her, long after the paint had dried.

[MisterV]

and no this, the impetus for the Lyttle Lytton contest, where people compete to write the worst first sentence (in 25 words or less) of the worst imaginary novel:

This opening, from the 1830 novel Paul Clifford, reads in full:

It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents, except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.

[DGenBen]

and no this, the impetus for the Lyttle Lytton contest, where people compete to write the worst first sentence (in 25 words or less) of the worst imaginary novel:

This opening, from the 1830 novel Paul Clifford, reads in full:

It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents, except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.

It was a bright and calm day; the sun shone gently—except at occasional intervals, when it was softened by a gentle breeze which meandered through the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rustling through the treetops, and softly enhancing the steady glow of the lamps that shone confidently in the light.

[MisterV]

I'm reminded of the world's record for the shortest written communciation between two persons.

IIRC it happened in the late 1800's.

I believe an author had just published and released a new book and was out of town.

He wanted to know how the book was being received, whether it was selling, so he telegraphed his agent or his publisher as follows: "?"

The response: "!"

[Tasha]

And the HUGE problem has gotten even WORSE! :/ My Account is now RESTRICTED! The only thing worse than an overdrawn Account is a RESTRICTED account! :/ My small problem became a HUGE problem and is now straight up MASSIVE! WHY did I NOT just deposit ONE dollar when my Account was only overdrawn by about .55 cents!? :/

[DGenBen]

And the HUGE problem has gotten even WORSE! :/ My Account is now RESTRICTED! The only thing worse than an overdrawn Account is a RESTRICTED account! :/ My small problem became a HUGE problem and is now straight up MASSIVE! WHY did I NOT just deposit ONE dollar when my Account was only overdrawn by about .55 cents!? :/

You should contact Lifestyles of the Rich & Famous & see if they would be interested in purchasing this story from you.

Then maybe you’d be able to deposit an extra dollar or two into the account to prevent this.

[Tasha]

And the HUGE problem has gotten even WORSE! :/ My Account is now RESTRICTED! The only thing worse than an overdrawn Account is a RESTRICTED account! :/ My small problem became a HUGE problem and is now straight up MASSIVE! WHY did I NOT just deposit ONE dollar when my Account was only overdrawn by about .55 cents!? :/

You should contact Lifestyles of the Rich & Famous & see if they would be interested in purchasing this story from you.

Then maybe you’d be able to deposit an extra dollar or two into the account to prevent this.

LMAO! But seriously, I should have just deposited the damn dollar the very next day at the most when the service fee went through. :/