Money Memos: Bill of the Day v2

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Hey hey hey, and welcome to another episode of Money Memos! I’ll be your host today, guiding you through a world of interesting messages scratched onto dollar bills. It’s also my first post of the year, and also my first in about four months! Man, I was lazy over winter break. But new year, new me. I’ll try to keep you guys flooded with interesting content, how does that sound? And as a special reward, I have two bills for the bill of the day. You’re welcome.

First off, we have this message which can take on a couple of different meanings.

SOMEONE out there loves you. Probably.

Looks sweet and all, right? Sure, it could be that our writer wanted each person who received this bill to have a great day and think to themselves: “yeah, that’s right! Someone loves me! I’m not destined to be lonely like I thought!” It might be just the right kind of positive message that the receiver needed to hear.

Or, the person whose hands this bill fell into could be a cynical jerk such as myself. When I saw it, I immediately thought: Ouch. “Someone loves you, sarcastic smiley face.” My (loose) interpretation: “You’re a friendless loser,  but don’t worry- I’m sure that there’s someone out there who thinks you’re alright. I guess.”  Maybe I’ve seen Mean Girls one too many times. Maybe I’m just a tool since that’s what I’d mean if I sent that to someone. Of course, I was also reminded of this scene between Anna and Hans from Disney’s Frozen:

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Zzzinggg! What a burn. I’d like to submit to the jury my case that it was indeed Hans who wrote this Money Memo. Evidence: An evil putdown compounded by a smirk. Court adjourned.

On a more positive note, the other bill I have today is much less open to interpretation. It’s far less likely to have been written by a Disney villain and more likely to have been written by a time-traveling Californian dudebro from the 90’s.

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Tubular, bro! I actually like this one, and not because it’s steeped in jargon that was long gone from popular parlance a decade before the bill was even printed. It’s the fact that this was written on a one dollar bill. I know this dollar might have bought four gallons of gas when the writer was a kid, or a twin pack of Duncan yo-yos to do tricks with while skateboarding at the local park, but dang. How many awesome things can you buy with a dollar in 2016? Actually I know, I Googled it. Spoiler, the answer is none. Proof:dollarSearchGif

The first article I clicked on had a picture of four 12 ounce cans of Pabst Blue Ribbon as the article header image, which I deemed to be accurate considering it was a list of things you could get for $1. However, I hoped that there were things of actual value to be purchased as well, so as not to invalidate the Money Memoer’s plea that I buy something RAD.

Considering the website that the article was written for, I wasn’t expecting much but I did expect something useful. I mean, we’re still talking the purchasing power of a single single, but c’mon. Surely it’s not totally worthless. Well Ross, you thought wrong. Apparently Business Insider’s opinion of what I should spend my dollar on includes but is not limited to: Mardi Gras beads from the dollar store (big surprise), a shampoo bottle from the dollar store (I’m seeing a pattern already), making it “rain” just a drop at your local strip club (yes, that was one of the suggestions), and buying a crappy lawn decoration for my lawn… from the dollar store. I’m pretty sure the article writer was on the point of getting fired if he didn’t publish something, anything to the website because that was the most atrociously conceptualized, worded, and edited thing I’ve ever seen, and I read a lot of Buzzfeed stories. Nevertheless, it does illustrate my point. A dollar is, effectively, worthless.

Thanks, my Cali friend! Next time try writing that on a twenty dollar bill and give it to me so I can at least pay for the gasoline to even get to the dollar store to buy some garbage. That dollar wouldn’t even pay for a garbage collector to come to my house and take away all the trash that I bought from the dollar store. Think before you make a Money Memo, hombre. Or don’t, because then I wouldn’t have any material to make fun of. Cheers!

Money Memos: Bill of the Day v1

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Sometimes I just want to share one of these babies with you guys without all the fuss and hubbub of a long blog post about it. Keeps you guys happy, keeps me from working too hard, keeps the profanity censors off my back… Well not that last one. Still, this one was too juicy to save for a later date. It is kinda rude though… you’ve been warned.

Oh and this one is kind of a two-parter. First up, this slightly ironic public service announcement…

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But wait, there’s more! On the other end of the very same bill…

Racist Gregg

Ouch. Honestly I’m not even sure who gave whom a promotion over this, I think the guy that made this… unique stamp needs to read a grammar style manual. Nevertheless, it did make me curious as to who these men were and why they enraged this citizen to such an extent.

TO GOOGLE!

A quick search of “Gregg Jones” revealed to me a goodreads profile of an acclaimed investigative journalist, who spent his time writing about the Taliban and the Middle-East. I was pretty sure that he didn’t have time to be sucking anyone off, let alone for a promotion up the corporate ladder of Nissan. I revised my search to a narrower “Gregg Jones Nissan.”

Success! Sort of. I discovered an entry on Rutherford County Chamber of Commerce’s website for one Greg Jones, some bigwig in the Smyrna, TN division of manufacturing for Nissan. A LinkedIn profile search revealed to me a Greg Jones: Director of Human Resources and Communications at Nissan North America. I think I found my guy. It does surprise me though, that it took me five minutes to learn this gentleman’s correct name and job, but the disgruntled individual who had a stamp custom made so as to mass produce libel couldn’t be bothered to get it right. Hm. The mystery deepens.

Failing to discover any more insight into the life of Greg(g) Jones, I turned to the Terrible Tribble. Once again I failed to add the all-important “Nissan” to the search query and came to the profile of a semi-popular Christian hipster musician based out of Texas. Like the journalist before him, I was fairly positive he was also not in the business of exchanging promotions for sexual favors, so I revised my search and struck gold.

Kind of. I found two possible leads: A David Tribble who works for the Metro Atlanta Automotive Dealers Association, and a David Tribble listed as a senior production manager for Nissan’s Smyrna branch. The former made me imagine possible clandestine company meetings and illegal corporate deals, but I grew bored with my conspiracy theorizing and decided it was probably the latter.

Though I tried to dig deeper, the trails of these two men grew cold. Jones and Tribble have stayed off the radar, as far as I could tell. This can only mean one thing. The person who defaced the bills (Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that I was handed two of them personally by a customer) was an enraged employee who got personally screwed over (in his mind) by these guys. Possibly passed up for promotion? Who knows. All I can say is, I doubt our friend George Washington would have approved of his likeness being stamped with that kind of message.

Thanks for reading this episode of Money Memos! If you liked it, feel free to look at my other posts about the crazy things people do to money or even at my other posts about other topics, which are all pretty crazy themselves. Have fun, and I’ll see you all next time…

Money Memos: Jumping Jeffersons

Well well well, welcome back my fine fellow pecuniophiles. Yes, I made that up. No, I don’t know why there isn’t an official name for people who are addicted to money. Catchy words aside, I recently came into a rather large supply of bills and they’ve got some very interesting qualities I’d like to share with you.

You may remember my first post about my pet project of collecting defaced dollars, but if not I encourage you to refresh yourself by reading it here. I’ll wait for you to finish, I like to think it’s fairly amusing (at least my mother and co-workers tell me so).

All done? Excellent. Today I want to show you all one of my favorite subcategories of Money Memos: the “Where’s George” variety. The website www.wheresgeorge.com describes itself as a “Currency Tracking Project.” On the homepage you can type in the unique serial number found on every piece of American paper currency and it will pull up a list of every location that another person has typed that serial number in before. This allows you to see the many locations around the country that that very bill you hold in your hands has been. It’s actually pretty cool and I encourage you guys to try it, if you haven’t before.

Now obviously not every bill will pull up its history, after all there’s over 1.31 trillion dollars in circulation at this moment, just in bills. That adds up to quite a large stack of cash.  If that amount in $1 bills were stacked end on end, they would cover the distance of more than one quarter the way from here to the moon. Outrageous. Clearly, even if not every bill has the value of $1, it would take us quite a long time to catalogue every bill in the Where’s George database. So how do you know which ones will have a history on the website?

Conveniently, currency tracking enthusiasts will stamp, write, or otherwise deface a bill with their website’s name to let you know that it has been entered into the system before. There are several official stamps that allow you to quickly and easily mark a bill to let the world know that this bill is being… watched.

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Examples of normal “Where’s George” markings

Once the stamper enters the bill into the database, makes a note of its condition and where he or she set it loose, the game is on. They will wait patiently for someone to come across it and be curious enough to type the serial number into the website and see where it came from. The results are sometimes surprising, other times you’ll find that it started very near your location five years ago. Maybe you’ll learn of a new part of your state you’d never heard of (where even is Erin, Tennessee?). Nevertheless, it can be fun to do, and I keep a list of Where’s George serial numbers in my phone so that whenever I come across them, I can store them and save them for later.

Now since I deal with so much cash on a day to day basis, it stands to reason that I’ll come up against these bills sooner or later, probably more often than my traditional Money Memos. So imagine my glee when I discovered that the two groups were not necessarily mutually exclusive. Allow me to demonstrate.

Handwritten. The poor man’s way of marking his Where’sHandwritten bill George collection. I’m not sure what website you’ll be directed to if you type in wheresgeoue.coa but I imagine it probably involves discreet monthly payments of $49.95. Not that I’ve checked. It might be quite a legitimate business site for all I know. Never mind that I’d list this bill as a Where’s Abe, unless George Washington suddenly got a sick beard and oversized mole without consulting me. Also he would have had to dig his way out of his concrete tomb that’s roughly the size of all the houses I’ve ever lived in put together.

But I digress. Handwritten Where’s George notes are less common than you might think, perhaps because if you’re crazy enough to mark hundreds of bills with your favorite website’s name you’ll probably just make the investment in actual stamps to save yourself the Carpal Tunnel. Also people will never find the right site if your handwriting looks like the cuneiform of an ancient Babylonian.

Another handwritten noteHonestly I’m not sure why this guy went to such great lengths to tell us what the website does considering the site’s name does a pretty good job of that already. What’s with the ‘@’ symbol anyway? The person went to all the trouble of writing a whole bunch of extra words and suddenly couldn’t write one more character. “Gee willikers, my arthritis is acting up again! Better use that fancy new symbol all the kids use these days to spare myself some pain while I write this overly-descriptive message on A COUPLE THOUSAND BILLS.” Sheesh grandpa, get a stamp already.

But by far my favorite (and the most depressing) George Memo I’ve found is this one.

Seriously, if you can't see these images why are you here

 

I can picture it now: A very young boy learning about Where’s George for the first time, his eyes glowing with the fascination of a child who has yet to discover better things to do than eat worms and roam the outdoors with his dog. He decides to bypass that annoying system that uses the internet and start his own network of roaming dollar bills. “Plese,” he says. “Plese call, for I can track!” is his desperate plea for someone to let him know where his bill has traveled. I denied his request. I’m far more likely to cross reference his phone number with the directory of Wadley, Alabama (population 745) so I can nail the bill to his door and wait for him to get home. That should get an interesting reaction. I foresee him wetting his pants when he realizes some mysterious, possibly supernatural force has tracked him down to exact vengeance on him for defacing a dollar bill, but that might be too optimistic.

Yes, I might be sadistic, but Where’s George can be a fun little diversion if you find yourself in posession of one of these bills. Sure, the website looks like it was designed by a colorblind toddler but it’s functional and it’s cool, so it definitely gets my vote for first president *wink*

If you decide to hop on board with the craze and see how far your bills travel after you spend them, I encourage you to do so. Just please don’t write them by hand, or you’ll make me facepalm and say…

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I think some Native Americans might take exception to this description of Jackson

That’s all for this segment, folks. Now go out there and collect serial numbers!