The Glamour of Modern Society: Credit Cards

I applied for a credit card yesterday. I wanted a Visa, but I couldn't find one on their site that offered no annual fee and interest free days on the same card. There was an Amex card that offered both, but, well, Amex. I ended up going with the only Mastercard I found that had both no annual fee and interest free days; Virgin. Which also has an immediate "no!" reaction from me, but was the lesser evil of my three choices. Oh yes, there was a third card. It was a Coles Myer card, which I don't remember if it was Visa or Master. But, well, NO! I'd almost rather an Amex card than a Coles Myer. Besides, they only offered no annual fee if you didn't use the Fly Buys options, and if I went with a Coles Myer card, I'd at least want the Fly Buys. Now I wait the 5-10 days to hear from Virgin about my application.

Ah yes, I have succumbed to the credit card. I figure I'm not such a risk with one as I judged myself previously, especially if I'm very strict on myself with its use. To have my own means no longer having to use Sigi's card. Now I can order things like DVDs online and be able to surprise him when I give them to him. I can use my own damn card to order WASO tickets. Nice little benefits in themselves, but the main arguement with myself that won me over was that it will assist me in building up a good credit history for when I eventually wish to go for that almighty goal: The House.

As a side note, I ordered WASO tickets on Tuesday, using Z's credit card of course. I probably should have resisted, due to the tight feeling of needing money and all these things needing money from me at the moment. Ah well, it was James Morrison. James Morrison. Something inside me rebelled and said "you must!". I bought two tickets, so I can go with someone. Now I just have to figure out who that someone is. Zig wouldn't appreciate it at all, and I'd rather go with someone other than my Mother for once. I'd go with my brother, only he's more with the piano jazz rather than the brass jazz. That leaves....hm....well, I'm investigating who else might like to go and would appreciate the music muchly. I may ask my brother if he likes James Morrison, leaving the ticket part out of the conversation. Take it from there or something.

Oh, and the cat is doing fine, although having slight trouble with kibbles still. It's being treated like royalty with lots of wet food right now.