PRACTICAL PARSIMONY: Inbox Dollars

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Monday, February 27, 2012

Inbox Dollar Purgatory

About four or five years ago a friend begged me to join Inbox Dollars. BEGGED ME! She said that I could earn cash from my joining and participating and she really needed money she would get for referring me and for my participation. I joined. She kept telling me how she made $30 every three months or so. Not me. EVER!

I hated it. I only clicked on emails to read. The surveys never panned out. I hated playing the games for money. Besides, she was spending money to play! My friend died two years ago. Good thing. I could kill her for all the email I have suffered through.

Finally, I just quit participating! I went on strike for at least a year, clicking on an email to read about once a month and deleting a hundred more in a month.

Giving up is hard to do. But, I did. I also conceded to the realization that making money two-cents at a time was grueling and demoralizing. Surveys started looking good to me, very good! I was in too far to quit. They owed me and owned me.

All weekend, I have been in sight of the goal. On Sunday, I went over the $30 goal, the amount one must reach to ask for a payment. I was at $30.41. THEN, when I requested payment, I was told there was a $3 check processing fee. Did I really want payment? Yes, oh, yes! Then I will disengage myself from this ongoing torture!

They have some nerve. I just want out of there. The catch? I have to keep participating to get my payment. The plan was to disengage them so email would stop! AND, they will not mail the check until April 2. Blankety blank! I am so mad I could spit! Caught up in purgatory called Inbox Dollars, that is where I am.

Will MY POINTS be so difficult? What other site like this should I avoid? While I don't mind making piddly amounts, this was ridiculous. Although once I did their surveys, the last five-dollars did go fast.

I felt chained to that site, continually being eaten like Prometheus bound to the boulder for stealing fire from Zeus with a giant eagle continually eating my liver. I am condemned to five more weeks of this assault.

Your turn
Have you had a bad experience like this with one of these sites? Please share and warn me, NOW!

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The Cast

Fancy is my favorite hen. She is one of the three youngest hens I adopted. Because she is so gentle and friendly, she may be the one I rescued when she was being pecked to death after she could no longer stand. She got to live in the house in a box. Sometimes, I let her sit in my lap while she was convalescing. Now, she comes to sit in the swing with me, cuddling up to my body like a cat or dog. She died in February 2012.

Fancy follows me begging, complaining, needing me to do for her. She talks to me in various voices. She allows me to pick her up and carry her. When she became an adult, her head was a darker red and her body was light brown. Around her neck were tips of black feathers. It appeared she had a necklace of jet around her neck. When I showed this characteristic to a friend, he said, "Oh, you have fancy chickens and plain chickens."

Chessie has a broken toe. I broke it! She had a habit of jumping really high and almost sticking. A raccoon ate her in October 2009.

Thelma is the blonde. She is also the largest hen and the alpha hen. I suspect the gigantic eggs are from her. She often squats and presents herself to me. She is top hen, but I suspect she knows she had better be deferent to top feeder of the flock--me.

Louise is the auburn-feathered hen. She looks like the true Rhode Island Reds in pictures. She is almost as large as Thelma. Some days I suspect she is trying to be top chicken. When I got Pepper, I found out Louise is the Alpha hen.

Pepper came here from the same home as the first four. We were discussing putting red pepper on their food, wondering if it really would increase egg production. Pepper is the only name we agreed on. She is terrorized each day by Louise. Even after the worst was over, she was and is still filled with terror and very wary.

Linda is owned by four hens. They allow her to fetch for them. She loves them dearly, so she allows them to boss her around. Linda comes out in the rain to perform chores for them and make sure they have food and water. She begs scraps from all sorts of places to make sure they have fresh fruits and vegetables.

Parsimony is not a vegetable

Parsimony is extreme care in spending money. Stick around and learn about my random thoughts on accomplishing goals economically--dumpster diving aka safari, gleaning, do-it-yourself, sewing tips, recipes, and whatever is happening in my life.

Okay so maybe "parsimony" is not your thing. How about thrift, frugality or just plain saving money? I try not to go the tightwad route as that seems to imply others will suffer from my habits.

Some of my not-spending habits have very much been a part of my lifelong habits. Other habits are newly acquired and are an extension of my lifelong not-spending habits.

I am very imaginative when it comes to substituting or making instead of buying. I will tell you about making a heater for the chickens' water. Not one dime was spent since I had everything I needed right in my basement.

Practicality must rear its head alongside parsimony. For example, I will use the dryer in bad weather or because of allergies in the spring. But, I will not wash clothes in a tub as long as I have a washing machine or can find one.

You may hear more about my four Rhode Island Red hens than you care to hear. They lay delicious brown eggs.

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Monday, February 27, 2012

Inbox Dollar Purgatory