Wow, leave a thread for a few days and you get turned into a deadbeat. :smack:
OK, so here’s the short version of the story. In 2006, I went back to school for advertising/graphic design and worked in the school’s ad agency. Big cut in pay, but with the huz’s job we were fine. I finished school, and because I was a big believer in what the company was doing (helping misfit creatives find jobs that will allow them to use their talent), I stuck around even though I could have gotten a higher-paying job at that point.
Shortly after that, the CEO needed someone to help him run the company and invited me to be a partner. We had the money to make a small investment, so we did it. The business had problems, which I was aware of, but I thought I could help him straighten things out. I was wrong. He was difficult to work with and made some very bad decisions. I ended up going without pay for a significant amount of time, and my husband and I were drawing on things like our 2nd mortgage and our line of credit, as well as credit cards, to cover our living expenses while we tried to right the company ship.
Yes, it was a bad decision to stay, but we were invested and didn’t want to just walk away.
Once it became inevitable, we closed the company, and I was lucky enough to land a job right after that. Unfortunately, that was in February, about the time there was no credit being given to anyone. My employer couldn’t secure the loan that he needed to keep his own company going with the expansions he’d done (new location and a couple of new employees), and he closed down in March. Which, along with my husband losing his job at the same time, is how we got here.
So, no, it wasn’t big-screen TVs and McMansions that got us here. It was an investment that didn’t work out and a job that fell through. We live very modestly (small house, one car, no fancy electronics, jewelry, etc). We’re responsible people who make paying debt and living up to our obligations a priority. It kills me that we’re in this position, but the options are being slowly eliminated. At this point, we’ll probably end up losing our home as well.
And to those of you who are correcting me on the “stealing” comment, I’m aware that the bank didn’t actually steal from us. But when money is taken without your consent, that’s how it feels. Hyperbole, folks. It’s a legitimate communication tool.
I don’t deny that the credit union had the right to do what they did. But as several people pointed out, it was the lack of notification and the fact that we ended up with absolutely nothing to work with. We’ve had a shitty several months already, and this was just another dog in the pile on top of us. That’s why I was saying they were kicking us while we were down. Again, expressing my feelings about this, not saying they’re out to get us.
mmmm-kay? I’m not playing the victim of the Big Bad Bank, I’m expressing my anger over a situation that we have very little control over.
Oh, and to answer the all-important haircut question: they were very nice about it. I called my mom, and she loaned me some money to take care of it. I ran out to pick it up and went right back to the salon. They didn’t act the least bit upset by it. I included a nice tip too. I WILL be returning to them–with cash next time. 
Thanks for all the good luck wishes, too, everyone.