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The Insignificance of Choice

There are days in your life that can be breaking points.

Today is one of those days.

At my day job, I just received a call from a customer, who basically bitched at me for five minutes about how incompetent I am. Well he termed it ‘your company’, but really meant me, and he had that pretentious tone in his voice of scolding a child that you assume doesn’t understand every word of what you say. This boils my blood.

A year ago, this would not have bothered me. Mainly because I know that I am the best at what I do, and the people here know that. A year ago, I didn’t know my true worth and path in life.

Now, a five minute conversation (or should I say, berating) got me upset enough to take a breather in the bathroom. Maybe it is because I know I shouldn’t have to take abuse of that kind any longer. Maybe because I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, but that tunnel is still just a little too far away for my liking. Maybe it is because I know that NO-ONE should have to tolerate that, and there are other choices than just shuffling through day to day, ‘dealing’ with what we are given in life.

I don’t want to deal with it, and you are damn mistaken if you think I didn’t work my ass off to get to where I am today, so I don’t believe that things are ‘given’ to us.

Six months ago, I didn’t dislike my job. I still don’t ‘dislike’ it, not really. But I do resent it. I do resent that I am only human, and only have so few hours in the day to work on my escape route, because my job hogs 10 hours of my waking time every day.  I do resent that I have to wait for time to catch up with my efforts (but when it does, stand back, there will be an avalanche of awesome), and that because of that, I am stuck at this place.

I think the worst part about it is that being here is no longer my choice. Sure, I can choose to quit, and then run our finances into the ground because my escape route isn’t quite ready yet, but since I’m not an asshole, I won’t do that. Thus, ‘no choice’. But if given the choice of either coming to a place all day where people feel they have the right to dump on you, or not going to that place…I’d choose not going. It seems so insignificant now, knowing what is to come for me in the near future.

I guess the good thing is that it makes me work that much harder, in order to meet the deadline I set for myself to take my escape. Have to find the positive in everything, or you’ll drown in the negative.

Occupy Yourself, Occupy the World



Is this still going on? Are there still protests? I don’t pay attention because I’m too busy moving myself out of that 99% to really care.

Yes, I said it. I don’t really care too much about the movement. Why? Because I’m not looking at myself as being stuck in my job, making just enough to get by.

Why blame the 1%? They’ve done what it takes to get their money. They’ve been willing to go out there and figure it out. And if they inherited, then someone before them had been willing to go out there and figure it out, or HAD to do it.

I sympathize with the people that are $60k-200k in debt from college and can’t get a job. I really do. But go figure something else out. Start a business. That’s what the top 5% do. They own some kind of business, often multiple. 75% of the top 5% own their own business in some form. I’d say that is what will get it done.

I love my business. I wish everyone would be open to what it is (which is amazing), because it doesn’t matter what kind of schooling you have, what background you came from, how much (or how little) money you have–it can work for anyone. But I don’t care if you do what I do, I just want you to go do something. Do it for an hour a day, do it with the few dollars you may have…just do it (sorry, Nike).

If you truly mean what you protest, that you want change, then go be it. Take your passion and emotion from feeling things are unfair, and MAKE it fair for yourself. Then make it fair for others by helping them do the same thing. There ARE other opportunities out there than just going to college (or not) and getting that half-decent (or below decent) paycheck at a job that slowly wicks away your life as you sit at your desk, or drive in your car, or deal with people you’d rather not deal with, or put out fires left and right while still getting the same paycheck no matter if you are worth more or less. Stop bitching because you think you’re being denied that ‘opportunity’, and go create your own. Find something that will pay you what you are worth, the equivalent of the effort you put in.

Protest if you want, because it makes things interesting, but at least have a plan to get out of it. As you well know, no one else will help you out, least of all the government (that’s sarcasm there, because owning your own business can be a great tax advantage, thanks to the government–hello, flight and hotel write-offs because you worked your business while on vacation). If you have no plan, then you are just protesting to protest. Go make money in a way that doesn’t rely on what others think you are worth, or what the stocks are doing today. Set yourself up today so that you can have a better tomorrow.

I’m only 31, but I wish every day that someone had told me 13 years ago about what else can be done to be successful in life, financially. I’ve been working my butt off since I was 16 years old, thinking that was how it had to be, because no one around me knew of another way. When I was 20, I tried something else. Failed. When I was 21, I tried something else. Failed. When I was 24, I tried something else. Failed. The moral of the story is, I kept trying, because I knew I didn’t want to be stuck doing whatever I was currently doing at that time. I never blamed others. I knew it was my own fault that things I tried didn’t work. But I knew I had to find a better way. It took 11 years of failing and trying, and I’ve finally hit on it. But that only happened because I never gave up on myself. I never said, wah wah, they won’t pay me more, they won’t give me a job, they all failed me. No. I just had to find something I believed in. Give me that, and I can survive for however long it takes to see things start churning out what I’m WORTH. I know in my head I’m worth more…the universe just had to catch up.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some global expansion to work on. I plan on occupying the world.

New Cars, Dead Computers, Christmas Comes Early at Our House

A couple weeks ago, we bought a new car. A 2013 Hyundai Sonata. I like it. Saving lots of money over the minivan that we had since Boy 1 was born.

So it isn’t really fair for me to say that we haven’t had a new toy for a while, because that’s a lie. But really, a car is a car. It’s not like we bought a new Camaro that we zip around in on the weekends.

This past weekend, our desktop computer died. It had been flickering with life on and off, and finally decided to shut down and not turn back on. Luckily, I had just updated the Quicken 30 minutes before this happened, so I knew where we were at in our finances. Yay, me.

(Yes, we blamed the kids at first, because every time it shut down, they were the ones on it…but perhaps it wasn’t really their fault, just bad guts.)

The husband and I had each recently been thinking about getting a tablet of some kind, so naturally, this came up when the computer died. We have a laptop, so we can just connect that to the monitor and keyboard in the office and use that as the regular work computer now, and it is easy enough to unplug things to take it with somewhere. But a tablet…oh, a tablet. My arms won’t get tired holding it. My shoulder won’t get tired hauling it around in my bag. It is cute. I can write on it with my stylus and take real notes like people used to, only on a screen, and I don’t have to keep up with my typing speed. And it can make sense of my handwriting. Oh, and it comes with Photoshop Touch loaded…wooo, mess with pictures!

We bought a Samsung Galaxy Note 10.1. I get it tomorrow. I’ll let you know how I like it.

We All Know What Assuming Does…

I’ve been on a sort of ‘self growth’ journey for the past 9 months (while not pregnant, it certainly seems like I’m about to give birth to something), and there are a lot of things that I’ve realized about my circle of people.

  1. Just because you would do anything to help a friend does not mean they would do the same
  2. Not everyone wants to see you succeed. Some actually root against you out of some wayward fear of their own failure
  3. The people you expect to be there for you, aren’t, and the people you’d never guess would be, are.
  4. You have to let go of things and people that hold you back.
  5. It’s okay if you change (for the better) as a person. The test is whether the people you consider your friends will accept you as the new person and support you being better, or wish for the ‘old you’ because that was someone with whom they could commiserate instead of uplift
  6. People lie, all the time, in many ways, and you shouldn’t expect any less
  7. Most people are ‘happier’ being miserable and stuck (they call it ‘comfort’), and would rather stay miserable than think outside the box because the outside is uncomfortable.
  8. Most people just want to proclaim that they want change, and don’t have enough cajones to actually WORK for that change
  9. You can’t change a tiger’s stripes, and you can’t change a leopard’s spots, but if you look for the chameleons, you might get what you need
  10. I think this is the worst of all, because everyone does it (I used to, in some ways). People will always assume they know about something, and they are absolutely wrong. Because of how their brains are pre-programmed from years of ‘experience’, they will categorize new things according to the old things, which leads to them deciding they don’t like it (or like it) before they try it. Really, the new things should have categories of their own. They are NEW for a reason.