Librarian finance
The real-estate agent who found us our apartment asked me what I did for a living. I announced my profession with (forgivable, I hope) pride.
What amused me was how she latched onto it in her conversations with people who had rentals to show. “Yes, they’re moving here from Wisconsin, and she’s a LIBRARIAN, and…”
Those librarians. So trustworthy and reliable. Eminently desirable tenants. The best risks there are. Heh.
Not to mention that when I put “no debt” on our rental application, the agent looked at me a mite suspiciously and said, “I’ve never known anyone without some credit cards.”
Well, yeah, but I pay the things off completely every month. When the Madison house sells, we’ll be in the weird but rather nice position of owing nothing to anyone. (Not for long, not with real estate prices what they are where we’re going. But oh well.)
Of course, now I feel horrible about letting some money ride on our credit-cards for a month or two until the Salo cash flow stabilizes. It’s not that we don’t have the money (we do, here and there), it’s just that moving is bloody expensive, transferring money from here to there is a pain in the butt, and I have to protect our ready cash.
We’ll be fine, but it still feels icky. Be easier if my latest client would get around to paying my last invoice.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, was today’s lesson in librarian finance.