When I checked the status of my new Bank of America credit card application yesterday, I discovered that not only was I accepted, they upgraded the card type - my total credit limit is now nine times higher. I found myself chuckling gleefully over this for a while. Well, maybe smiling. Or at least, smirking.

In defense of my capitalistic fervor: it’s taken me nearly three years of having to build a credit history from scratch (that’s right aliens, your good Canadian credit means squat when you move here!) to get that little piece of plastic. I was finally allowed to move off a secured card earlier this year, but the limit was still low, and I’ve been getting pretty near it for the last few months. It’s not like I have that sort of money to blow (since I don’t ever carry a balance), but for those largish purchases where I need to put it on a card, I find it humiliating dragging Mom down here and out to the store and making her charge things for me. Like, say, large pieces of furniture. Or computer parts.

Work: still lots of code, code, and more code. As I’ll have invested quite some time in it, I can settle for being proud of the next software release. Maybe. I’ll be going up to Seattle at the end of the month, guess I’ll still have time to think about it before then.