The problem with the new mobile app is a combo of autocomplete and the lack of a decent spellcheck.
Well that and the fact that I’ve managed to deal up my finances something fierce. Drastic measures are called for. Which means my retirement fund is about to be broken open like a big fat, Wall Street victmized piggy bank.
Joy.
I wish someone had told my younger self that the life he wanted was attainable only by means of climbing up the sheer face of 100 hour work weeks. Then, perhaps, I could have gotten the youngster to do all the heavy lifting.
“They” better be right. 30 better be the new 20. That makes me a college grad.
