So, yeah ... Bullies. I've had my share, back in Jr. High/High School, and then later, in a much more passive-aggressive form. We are normal people. We don't get all gussied up when we go out in public. I guess this leads to others judging us based only on appearance. Like, if we don't fit the mold walking in the door, we're lucky to even get spoken to. We don't look homeless, unhoused, or like we just smoked meth. We're just normal. (To me, at least.)
We went to look at and buy some recliners yesterday because our current chairs are not working for either of us. Salesman A was at the door. I am pretty sure the only reason we caught his attention was because we were looking for a specific chair, and just wanted him to direct us to where it was.
After a five-mile stroll through what seemed to be the entire store, he finally discovered that the actual chair was not in store, but a sectional from the same line was. Short story long, it was just a long-drawn-out process that ended in us walking out. This guy was clearly out of fucks. None left in the fuck bank. Not a fuck to be found anywhere on his person.
Then, we made the extreme mistake of going to a La-Z-Boy store, thinking they might have something better. Christ almighty, if you want to see EXHORBITANTLY OVERPRICED bullshit, just go there. And they didn't have anything resembling what we were looking for, so it was an exercise in futility. But, good to know, since we now know that there's no way in hell we're buying furniture there probably ever. You just don't buy top o' the line room decor when you have animals. Well, we don't. You can do whatever your lil heart desires!
All this to say, there is bullying going on, even in the retail space - of a more mind-gamey nature. This is NOT something you have to tolerate, though. After being completely ignored in the second store, we just bailed. It's like Pretty Woman (only I am not Julia Roberts) ... All I can think is ...
However, a "Karen" I am not, so we just moved on. The right thing happens when it's supposed to.
Beef is mentioned in the title just because it flowed. No other reason. I have no "beefs" to speak of.
On the Bookkeeping front, let it be known that I took off a good year or so from tracking finances in my financial software of choice, Quicken. My bosses (one CPA and the other who worked at Intuit for 25+ years) laugh at me for using it, but I care not. They aren't doing my bookkeeping. I am.
Anywhoo, I decided today was the day to get back to managing our finances in a much more responsible manner. Although we managed to buy one house, and sell another without any form of tracking or recordkeeping on my part, I still feel better knowing that I will have a better sense of where things are going now.
I'm still not done getting it set up to fit our now situation, but I'm close, and then I can focus on making things work in a smooth and efficient manner. No more guessing. I hate managing bills on my phone, or email. Plus taxes will be easier to deal with if I have solid records.
Truth be told, I would probably learn bookkeeping if my current job ever went away. I thought perhaps I wanted to go into accounting a few years back, but I was mistaken. The timing wasn't right, and for whatever reason, my focus couldn't be found, much like the fucks of Salesman A above. I was inflicted with a serious case of Imposter Syndrome that I could not overcome.
However, before I go down that career path, I'll probably be found working on learning the total ins and outs of the current software that my job employs. I need to stay competitive. Need to up my game exponentially.
I also felt a bit of my old creativity simmering to the surface today when I watched some vidyas on personal finance and side hustles. I will probably never do the things I see others do, but it's good to know how those things are done. I watched a fascinating experiment where the woman bought three different vending machines, placed them in three different locations, and tested them for two weeks.
I've never known or seen how much actual work goes into owning or managing vending machines, so it was definitely a learning experience for me. Probably not a good plan for someone of my mental ilk. I would forget that I had them, or forget where I put them, and then forget to fill them, or collect the monies from them. It would be a complete and total mess.
Changing directions completely, moving on to the keto front, I need to just hit the restart button, refresh my mind's browser and do it over.
I think the Ryze experiment coupled with this unknown urge to consume copious amounts of chia pudding with an equally copious amount of freeze dried berries set me mostly all the way back.
It's day two of NO Ryze, and my mind is much clearer, and the sadness has faded exponentially. I have a hard enough time staying motivated, I don't need some magical shroomy substance dialing back my will to do shit even further.
Remembered to take my B12 today. Woot.
Got most of my Vitamin D. Also woot.
Ate the last of my chia pudding for lunch, so now I can lay off the hidden sugary non-sugars that knocked me all the way out of peetosis.
The consumption of chicken, salads, and some vegetables should provide enough fiber to keep me "going." Plus, the chia seeds weren't the culprit. It was the dried fruits. Me, thinking like a non-thinking being, decided that they wouldn't possibly have a fuckton of sugar in them. HAAAAAAAAAAA.
Have I mentioned, I am thoroughly sick of pork rinds, although I have about 20 bags of those things in my "snack drawers" (yes, two drawers, because one drawer wouldn't fit them all). Good thing is, I can't eat copious amounts of them because I start thinking about what I'm eating, and it's all over. Plus, they are very filling given the high protein content.
I know I mentioned the other day about getting exercise. We have scheduled a "tour" of the local Anytime Fitness facility for Tuesday afternoon. I'm ready to get back to a normal schedule when it comes to movement. I'm tired of the sitting prone. Something is going to give, and it's going to be me, giving up my constant SITTING.
I think I've lost all sense of muscle tone in my body, and that needs to change. Even if it requires squats, I will do it. My backside and legs are like floppy noodles (not sure how your butt could be compared to a noodle, but you know ...) I also need to strengthen the arms and back again.
So, a lot of stuff I've been thinking about, and planning, and doing. I'm kind of excited to see what unfolds.
As for today, there was a passing haboob up on the mountain:
Taken by my Beloved. Part of the Catalinas went missing for a bit ...
This little friend was hanging out by the front door. He or she was not as delighted to see us as we were they ...
I think that's all I've got for today. Just sitting on the patio, enjoying the evening winds. It's creating a lovely breeze, and it's not hot. Bonus!
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