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My Business Is Stuck

I am tshirt frustrated

So I’m in a frustrating catch-22 scenario. Bear with me, I don’t normally discuss problems in this much detail on blog posts but, it is central to what is relevant in my life at this point in time. Blah blah.

As it gets warmer outdoors, it translates into neighborhood interference and reduced internet connectivity. With a weak-ass connection, I’m lucky if I can load one full page in under a minute. What I can’t seem to do is upload images lately. C’mon neighbor’s wi-fi! Get with the program!

Or, I have to do my uploads between 9pm-5am. That sucks balls. Noise throughout the day wakes me up from much needed vampire sleep. Mami watches those courtroom dramas (yes, they have ’em in Spanish too) at high volume. And those people like to wail in the courtroom. The judge is the loudest; she could give Judge Judy a run for her money!

And then the phone rings constantly. I’m not allowed to lower the volume. Because old people are old, that’s why! And, the dog scratches at my door when I sleep during the day. *sigh* Surprisingly I haven’t been admitted to the loony bin yet. Give it a few more months, we’ll see.

Then, there’s the fucking collecshunn agencies, all for moi! Sure they call between 9am-9pm. BUT, they call about 3 times a day. We’re into screening calls now. And no, I’m not gonna pick up the phone especially if it says Private Caller and no digits! Damn, these people think I’m stupid? But yea, that MOTHERFUCKING LOUD RING is what caused a lot of anxiety for me the last few weeks. I mean, it’s turned all the goddam way up!

Daggers are in my eyes.

Was fantasizing about throwing that damn phone out the window and came close, but stopped upon the realization that the other phone is so low-tech there’s no caller ID or even a digital readout on it.

Another nuisance, Mami listens to a morning radio show that she cranks all the way up to 11 on an old kitchen radio, the kind that picks up all the static in the worldwide universe. My bedroom just happens to be located midway point in the center of the house. Pretty sure these gypsum walls are only 1-ply thick! &*%#! Thanks old people, for not remodeling!

Noise, is not good for ADHD. Distractions, distractions…so I tune it out now. I tune all noise out. Even old people ramblings. I am, essentially, the dalai lama of zen tuning out. Oh what? You’re here in the room? Wait, you’ve been here the whole time? You don’t say!

I tune it all out

Productivity continues to wane as a result. No surprise there.

Of course I want to make $$$. Of course I want to graduate from the university of $1.77! But I can’t even upload image files to my Zazzle store! Frustrating.

Lemme tell you it is a bitch, all these roadbumps. It makes me want to abandon everything and fucking quit. It’s hard to keep focused with ADHD and you have NO IDEA the mental discipline I enforce in order to keep going.*

These nuisances are all especially difficult to go though alone. Days go by where I feel like ripping out my chocha hairs out of frustration!

I don’t really know anybody going thru these similar circumstances. I mean I’m probably the only one in my social circle even talking about it. I am, very vocal, about my financial distresses. Everybody else seems to keep mum. I don’t understand why. It’s nothing shameful; the whole country’s going through a financial cri$i$. Just the other day my two cousins got laid off. Another is contemplating divorce to save her credit rating. Shit sucks for everyone right now.

And you know what? I got sick of hearing snide remarks about why I don’t get a job. For 3 years, I’ve been looking for work! 3 years! Hell, I even lowered my standards and dropped the bachelor’s diploma from my resume, rewrote it several hundred times, AND,  aimed for factory work, cashier, and retail store clerk jobs, all jobs I normally suck at. (I originate from office work) And you know what? Still got nothing!

So if  employment were at all possible for me right now, you honestly think I would’ve let my bills go into default status after so many years of paying them steadily? Absolutely not! I always paid my bills on time or as close to it when I was working. I’m a naturally frugal person, always have been. I shop at cheapo stores in the ghetto, always have. And I have never even took out credit cards in my entire life. Never. Nope! Not even for emergencies.

So it sickens me that my acquaintances greeted me with such abrupt, not-too-well-thought-out answers. Think before you speak wanker! Honestly, job loss can happen to anybody for whatever reason, with little to no reason, so you can’t talk. And some (not all) had the nerve to talk down to me when they had their glossy jobs, cocktails, and bachelors-in-the-city status. Guess what? The laid-off welcome wagon sent them all fruit baskets too. Karma people, karma. Karma’s a bitch, huh?

But here’s what I realized later, after being so wrapped up in my cloud of anger and despair…

I’ve always been the first to go through everything, in my social circle.

First to drive, first to drink, first to try drugs (don’t recommend it, btw), first to form a band, first to leave home, first to go to college, first to fuck, etc.

So it only makes sense that I also be the first to hit rock bottom.

Wow, what a revelation. Actually, I hit rock bottom several times before, just never this deep.

peel away soul

peel away soul

Depression, depression, D-pression! And days went by where I’ve felt so disconnected from my body -ugh!

There was one frightening day where I actually felt my soul peeling away from my body! GROSS! And it is, the freakiest, fucking feeling in the entire universe. Yeesh! My god, there’s acid flashbacks, then there is this! I completely freaked out first time it happened. No, I don’t drop acid, that’s just a reference. Anyway, I ran to Mami’s side and just didn’t trust myself to be alone at that point. She always calms me down. Thanks Mami, and sorry your only daughter’s a spooky pain in the ass! She offered me her generic zoloft (not that I’d take it but appreciate the concern) but by then the feeling subsided.

Those days were my lowest points. I’m pretty sure the depression didn’t help, but i also suspect I may have Grave’s Disease, and it doesn’t help to live in a country that has no universal health care system. But whatever, I began taking specific vitamins and supplements and no more freaky feelings persisted:

  • Zinc – for faster healing cuts/ bruises
  • Vitamin A – for dry eye problems
  • Probiotics – So I can actually digest any food matter whatsoever
  • Flax seed oil capsules – to keep my brain alert, curb my ADHD symptoms, and significantly drop my cholesterol
  • Shark cartilage/ white pine bark – to shrink my cyst

Did you know vitamins are absorbed in body fat? Random thoughts…

And now…back to the drawing board!

Been drawing more fluidly and feeling more energetic now. Supposedly if your body’s lacking in B-12 you get impending feelings of doom. Since I began taking B-12 my night terrors also vanished. Now that damn phone doesn’t bother me so much. Focus returning too.

I’ve decided if these connectivity issues persist, I may just continue at Panera with their free wi-fi. Must take all proactive steps. Can’t stop; on a roll right now!

I’m also asking around for details on bankruptcy and educating myself before I take the plunge. I’ll talk about if further in detail when I get all that info together. Meantime, look forward to my countless posts about Twitter apps. And if anybody wishes to regale me with their financial crises, I’m all ears guys so talk to me!

Don’t be afraid to follow me on Twitter!  I’ll even follow you back, just drop a message that U came from reading this post!

Ok peeps. Enough rambling. L8TR 4 now!

*FYI, I don’t take Ritalin or any of that shit. I can’t afford it and even if I could, I’m not into man-made chemicals unless my limbs fall off or some other dire shit happens. That chemical crap stays in your brain years after you discontinue use, and I’m not about that. Say no to cooking your brain!


*Updated: 3.24.09
Well, to ‘keep it real’, I have not strayed too far from my original mission statement as my latest bank statement still reflects at $1.77. Woohoo! But, it came with Chase bank privacy statement which, when outlined, basically translates into you have no privacy. At least, that’s what I am understanding from it. Are we edging closer to an Orwellian state? You bet! And of the dismal articles I’ve read about Chase bank, I may end up just having to switch to another bank altogether. Love Wamu, but Chase? Eh.

Then confusing Verizon Wireless sent me a notice my bill was sent to collections last month. However, they just dispatched another monthly bill. Are these people for real?

Other nuisances…my neighbor of whom I piggy-backed won their wi-fi has officially switched to some wireless something or other. Which is a secure line so I can’t use it.
I have to use my other neighbor’s wi-fi and it’s a generally weaker connection. So I may or may not have difficulty posting this month. I’ll figure out what connection times are best (usually mornings until end of biz day) and determine when to post regularly so you guys aren’t left to surmise when the hell I’m updating ye olde SuperMunk.

So based on this new connection, I can at least use it to add new posts to my site, watch video streaming, update my applications, download some freeware, but, BUT!
I cannot effectively use Twitter.

Twitter! Twitter-who only uses 140 character balloons! There’s not much on a typical Twitter page, so exactly how resource-intensive can it be on my computer that it doesn’t allow me to log in or even post tweets?! Makes no sense! I’m already feeling the Twitter-jitters from being locked out all weekend!

But on the good ship lollipop, our car insurance agency called after a few voice-mail msgs. and they’re gonna help us determine the real value of our car that got destroyed 2 mo. ago. The other 2 reps that returned our calls didn’t offer to do this, so I was glad that this one agent was willing to go the extra mile for us- GODBLESSHIM! The only one who listens!

It’s weird; I even said to them ‘gee, there’s no point in renewing the insurance on that car soon since it’s marooned due to damages’.

You know, hint-hint…help me out here…And on the other side of the line- crickets.

You’d think they’d want to help you out in order to keep from losing out on that sweet insurance money…especially in New York State where they charge a $hitload!

But this last agent is the only one who used his head to offer us teriffic support INSTEAD of reading from a rehearsed script on their screen, or telling us the ever- interminable “I’m sorry but there’s nothing we can do. If that’s their estimate then that’s what they offer you/ we have the same software for determining the car’s value”. You know what I think of your software? Bullshit. NO, YOU send me a real person to check this out! That’s what quality service is, not all this jerking around!

You can find out how car insurance companies determine your car’s curent value, and where to go to find out your car’s real cash value on this article at Car

You see, the car-wrecker’s insurance co. gave us a sickly low-ball offer and, AND, are using pressure tactics to get us to accept their paltry offer! You shoulda heard that agent trying to corner my dad over the phone; just ‘cuz we speak Spanish doesn’t translate into being ignorant! Asshole. BTW, I found out the statute of limitations is 3yrs. so for them to keep bullying us over the phone and in written correspondence to ‘make a decision to accept/ not accept’ is shady and of course, not legally enforceable.

Know your car insurance rights!

Their crappy offer (quite under $1,000 BTW) is not even enough to cover all damages or replace the car (damages exceed total value). Even the Kelly Blue Book says it’s worth more. After speaking to 3 agents last week with no progress, I was ecstatic this one, awesome-agent-proficient-in-professional-courtesy-extremely-knowledgeable, offered to help aid us in our quest by sending over an agent this coming week to check the damage and assess the car’s real value. We can in turn submit the resulting documentation to the car-wrecker’s insurance co. to readjust their estimate. Awesome!

It’s always good to learn all this in preparation for having a car one day. I always joke to my friends that since I’ve never had a car, my first one will be a flying car. That runs on photons and garbage. Anyways! I’ll be sure to post updates on this whole insurance situation. Stay tuned…

*Update: Papi hid the photos so until I find them…! Our insurance agent sent an estimator over here free of charge! Aww! Very courteous of him. The estimator couldn’t get a very good assessment of the car’s damage because he had to drive it, but papi let the battery die out so he couldn’t. He did his estimate based on the visual exterior damage. It too, amounted to a total loss. Oh well. The asshat’s insurance agent sent a dude with tow truck to junk our totaled car and papi drove to insurance office to collect crappy check. But we’re very happy with how our agent at the claims dept. handled things. Take note, that’s how you effectively keep a customer!

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