Hey Boos!!
Thank you for your prayers...I didn't realize you guys left comments because for some reason, my comments weren't going to my email.
Anyways....
They worked!!!!
I got the job!! I will be making $4 more per hour + 3% commission on everything I sell.
So.....I made $202,202 at the current job in 5 months. That translated to $303 each week extra I could've been paid.
I'm excited and a little scared. Commission sales are hard. The chicks at my job went IN and we weren't getting paid on comm. I'm pretty sure I can do the job and do it well but I will go from training folks to being trained. To knowing every aspect of the job to not knowing anything at all.
All these what-ifs are clouding my head...what if I get fired for not making sales? What if no one likes me? What if? What if? What if?
I've been relying on prayer to get me through most days lately...prayer will definitely see me through. What-ifs paralyze us. I'm done with being stuck.
Now...how do I tell my boss I want to leave? And before Secret Santa happens? And my gratis (free stuff) is almost within my reach as well....AND I love my Account Exec from Clinique. How do I tell her I'm leaving but want to maintain my relationship with her. So many questions.....*le sigh*
I'm sure it will all get sorted out somehow.
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Scary
I vow to post at least 2 -3 times per week.
I wasn't blogging as much because my life has really been uneventful. I need to make some events happen.
Soooo...I've been a little under the weather this week. I went to the grocery store yesterday and I bought some soup, Theraflu and orange juice. When I checked my balance later on in the day, I was in the negative the amount of money the groceries cost...which was funny because I had more than enough in my account.
I called Chase.
"Oh, Department of Taxation and Finance (IRS) seized the funds in your account because you owe $1027 in taxes.
:-O
Many things ran through my mind...oh my God..my account is frozen. My check is being direct deposited. I'll have no money....
"I won't know more until tomorrow. Call back, ma'am"
I hung up and was a little more than worried. Why the eff would they do this around Christmas time?
Backstory:
Last year, I was on Unemployment. The nice folks at UI did not take out federal taxes even though I opted to have taxes taken out. Apparently, they only take out state and not federal taxes. Oh...the idocy. So.....I ended up owing $900 in taxes. Wouldn't common sense say that if someone is on unemployment benefits, they can't afford to pay $900 in taxes immediately? No. No? Ok. Here's where I effed up at....I pushed it in the back of my mind.
We're in a recession...the federal government is not playing with its money. So, I will call them tomorrow and get a payment plan poppin.
In the meantime, my direct deposit should be available to me as my account is not frozen...
What's messing me up is that...my account is overdrawn, a payment to my gas company was rejected and my phone bill is coming out + i have gifts to buy...i will have little money to work with this week. Crayyyyy....
I wasn't blogging as much because my life has really been uneventful. I need to make some events happen.
Soooo...I've been a little under the weather this week. I went to the grocery store yesterday and I bought some soup, Theraflu and orange juice. When I checked my balance later on in the day, I was in the negative the amount of money the groceries cost...which was funny because I had more than enough in my account.
I called Chase.
"Oh, Department of Taxation and Finance (IRS) seized the funds in your account because you owe $1027 in taxes.
:-O
Many things ran through my mind...oh my God..my account is frozen. My check is being direct deposited. I'll have no money....
"I won't know more until tomorrow. Call back, ma'am"
I hung up and was a little more than worried. Why the eff would they do this around Christmas time?
Backstory:
Last year, I was on Unemployment. The nice folks at UI did not take out federal taxes even though I opted to have taxes taken out. Apparently, they only take out state and not federal taxes. Oh...the idocy. So.....I ended up owing $900 in taxes. Wouldn't common sense say that if someone is on unemployment benefits, they can't afford to pay $900 in taxes immediately? No. No? Ok. Here's where I effed up at....I pushed it in the back of my mind.
We're in a recession...the federal government is not playing with its money. So, I will call them tomorrow and get a payment plan poppin.
In the meantime, my direct deposit should be available to me as my account is not frozen...
What's messing me up is that...my account is overdrawn, a payment to my gas company was rejected and my phone bill is coming out + i have gifts to buy...i will have little money to work with this week. Crayyyyy....
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Now.Next
Every day I complain about work on Twitter. I didn't realize this until one of my followers volunteered to pray for me. Crazy.
On my day off yesterday, I prayed a small prayer asking God to help me find something better and give me favor with my applications I'm sending so that I can move forward.
Last week, a girl who works at Chanel quit. She found a job at Macys paying $20 per hour + 3% commission on everything she sells. She's working for a pretty expensive brand and so...she could easily take home an extra thousand each week. Crazy. I had been wrestling within myself between loyalty to this company and their promises of a raise in January and starting over. When I thought about it...I knew what I had to do but I really just didn't want to....
I created an awesome cover letter, updated my resume and fired it off to Macys and Bloomingdales.
Today, Twin called as he always does at the butt crack of dawn...read 9am. I ignored his call since I didn't technically have to be at work until 1:15 and up out of bed til 11:30. The phone rang again. It was Macy's! They wanted an interview. Thursday. At 5! Yes. Yes. Yes.
The lady said something interesting. She said that they wanted to interview me before (probably 6 months ago when I was still looking) but for some reason, the interview email didn't go through.
Honestly, I think it was God's doing. 6 months ago, I had no retail experience. I had no knowledge of how a cosmetics counter worked, the dynamics of the business, marketing or anything. In 6 months, I have learned so much. Ive done everything I was asked...from training people to business reports...not because of any reason except that I needed that bullet point on my resume. And I'm hoping those bullet points equal dollar bills.
And..today....
There were no hangers available in the locker room. I put my coat in an empty locker. When I went to retrieve it, my coat was missing. I searched high and low. Someone moved my coat out of the locker and into the Loss Prevention office. Why? I don't know. As I was searching, the locker my coat was in was still empty. There were other things in presumed empty lockers. Why was my coat moved?
No one knows. I'm sick of the senseless shit that goes down.
If I stay...because in my head...they're going to beg me to stay....I want to be in the buying office. Or at a job where I sit at a desk job.
And get paid more.
Last week my boss said I need to dress more professionally and less edgy. I bought 2 pairs of pants and a blazer on sale and at the Salvation Army for $60 and I have to eat soup for the rest of the week. The first day wearing the blazer, I was color-matching a makeup and the makeup exploded as soon as I squeezed it and got all over me. So, you want me to dress like a fashion model when my clothes are just going to be ruined!? And really, who am I impressing? I don't care.
So.. I hope I ace this interview and can give my notice before the year is out. Pray for me! Clearly, it works! Who applies for a job at 9:30 at night and gets a call back the next morning?
Saturday, November 26, 2011
pressure
i'm sorry i haven't really been updating. there hasn't been much to write about.
at this point in my life, the buzzword is PRESSURE.
i feel pressure at work to perform and be superwoman.
i feel pressure at church to have this image of a young woman who has it together and is a leader
i feel pressure in dance to be a leader, come up with choreography, be this on-fire person for God which isn't me all the time.
i feel pressure at home from bills and the money is just NOT THERE.
i feel pressure in my personal life to find a man, get married and knocked up.
i am so tired. it is 9pm and i just want to rest.
my resolution is to get myself together this week. this way of life aint cuttin it.
hope ya'll are well.
besos.
at this point in my life, the buzzword is PRESSURE.
i feel pressure at work to perform and be superwoman.
i feel pressure at church to have this image of a young woman who has it together and is a leader
i feel pressure in dance to be a leader, come up with choreography, be this on-fire person for God which isn't me all the time.
i feel pressure at home from bills and the money is just NOT THERE.
i feel pressure in my personal life to find a man, get married and knocked up.
i am so tired. it is 9pm and i just want to rest.
my resolution is to get myself together this week. this way of life aint cuttin it.
hope ya'll are well.
besos.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
budget living
the past two weeks, i have given myself a pretty strict budget.
my bills are out of control. i don't really know what i'm spending money on...i'm a mess.
this week, i'm a bit more structured. all of my money is in envelopes marked what it is for. no dipping in other envelopes and i see clearly where my money is...
i got the bright idea thursday night that for my birthday...feb 4th....i want to spend 2 nights in my fave hotel. my bday is on a saturday. friday, i would check in to wake up on BDAY to some champagne, roses and room service; spend the day at the hotel spa and have a fabulous dinner that night. i would check out on sunday.
my fave hotel is the gansevoort.
so, i did some research.
umm...they want $319 per night. O.o
so, i did some more research.
of course, i live in nyc. a nice hotel in a posh neighborhood where the room is bigger than a utility closet will AT MINIMUM cost me $174 per night. hotel spas are a rip off...i'm talking $400 for a damn 60-minute massage. for $400, i want tyson beckford to be my masseuse licking chocolate off my back. OK!
anywhosies...
i did sign up for spa week and i'm looking at some deals.
i'm also on hotels.com...
thank goodness time is on my side!
every year, my birthday has sucked! the best year was probably 2010..my launch party. when i told twin today my bday plans..he was like..ok...so, who is going to be with you? i said..no one. i want to wake up alone on my birthday, reflect on my year, relax at the spa by myself...the dinner will be planned in advance and whoever shows up, shows up. no reservations. no tracking people down. i'm done. if i end up eating alone, i'm good with that too. if i want my birthday to be great, its up to me! he was like...you going back to the hotel alone? i would rather not...but honestly, i have had no appetite for having sex with anyone. don't get me wrong..i love sex. having sex is fun. but there is no one i would want to have sex with right now. hopefully, i'll have a birthday boo but for now...i am good.
crazy coworker 1 aka shy got fired on thursday. so, i will be picking up extra hours...i will work every friday (if i can) until they replace her which will be at least a good month or two AND the holidays are here so that means overtime as well! according to my calculations, if i can save $60 every week, i will be able to afford a decent hotel with the roses/champagne/spa day and dinner. if i work it enough, maybe an outfit or some new shoes. if i do at least 6 extra hours a week, i can save up some extra $$ for some extra perks. my budget is TIGHT so i need to make some magic happen.
also, i have to think about what i'm getting some folks for christmas. literally 5 people are getting gifts: my mom, twin, my godbaby, my dance leader and whoever impresses me from now until then. each gift will be under $50 and unique. my godbaby will probably get some diapers and formula or a savings bond or something.
i hate my job but a girl's gotta make it do what it do.
also...this weekend, i'm re-doing my resume. there's an internet cafe across from my job. everyday, i plan on spending $2/10 minutes sending out resumes on my lunch break. (it is not an effing game!)
if you guys have the hook-up for some nice hotels in nyc, let a sista know! please and thank you.
my bills are out of control. i don't really know what i'm spending money on...i'm a mess.
this week, i'm a bit more structured. all of my money is in envelopes marked what it is for. no dipping in other envelopes and i see clearly where my money is...
i got the bright idea thursday night that for my birthday...feb 4th....i want to spend 2 nights in my fave hotel. my bday is on a saturday. friday, i would check in to wake up on BDAY to some champagne, roses and room service; spend the day at the hotel spa and have a fabulous dinner that night. i would check out on sunday.
my fave hotel is the gansevoort.
so, i did some research.
umm...they want $319 per night. O.o
so, i did some more research.
of course, i live in nyc. a nice hotel in a posh neighborhood where the room is bigger than a utility closet will AT MINIMUM cost me $174 per night. hotel spas are a rip off...i'm talking $400 for a damn 60-minute massage. for $400, i want tyson beckford to be my masseuse licking chocolate off my back. OK!
anywhosies...
i did sign up for spa week and i'm looking at some deals.
i'm also on hotels.com...
thank goodness time is on my side!
every year, my birthday has sucked! the best year was probably 2010..my launch party. when i told twin today my bday plans..he was like..ok...so, who is going to be with you? i said..no one. i want to wake up alone on my birthday, reflect on my year, relax at the spa by myself...the dinner will be planned in advance and whoever shows up, shows up. no reservations. no tracking people down. i'm done. if i end up eating alone, i'm good with that too. if i want my birthday to be great, its up to me! he was like...you going back to the hotel alone? i would rather not...but honestly, i have had no appetite for having sex with anyone. don't get me wrong..i love sex. having sex is fun. but there is no one i would want to have sex with right now. hopefully, i'll have a birthday boo but for now...i am good.
crazy coworker 1 aka shy got fired on thursday. so, i will be picking up extra hours...i will work every friday (if i can) until they replace her which will be at least a good month or two AND the holidays are here so that means overtime as well! according to my calculations, if i can save $60 every week, i will be able to afford a decent hotel with the roses/champagne/spa day and dinner. if i work it enough, maybe an outfit or some new shoes. if i do at least 6 extra hours a week, i can save up some extra $$ for some extra perks. my budget is TIGHT so i need to make some magic happen.
also, i have to think about what i'm getting some folks for christmas. literally 5 people are getting gifts: my mom, twin, my godbaby, my dance leader and whoever impresses me from now until then. each gift will be under $50 and unique. my godbaby will probably get some diapers and formula or a savings bond or something.
i hate my job but a girl's gotta make it do what it do.
also...this weekend, i'm re-doing my resume. there's an internet cafe across from my job. everyday, i plan on spending $2/10 minutes sending out resumes on my lunch break. (it is not an effing game!)
if you guys have the hook-up for some nice hotels in nyc, let a sista know! please and thank you.
Monday, October 24, 2011
rolling hills.
WARNING: Extra long post ahead.
louis has officially left the building.
friday, i gave him away to a nice lady from south carolina who lives in the bronx.
she was nice until she kept me waiting an hour and did a whole diva routine before she took him.
UGH!
i hate late people.
sooooo...thursday night, i give louis a bath and i notice he had fleas! i researched because at first, i was like..wtf is this?! google search later, soap and water should have killed them right?
as i was waiting for the lady, i noticed he still had some fleas.
i called my friend that watched him for me while i went to houston. pre-houston, louis had no fleas. after houston...fleas. it was like making a call to let someone know they gave you an std. lol....
ffwd...saturday
at work, i am itching like a maniac. i itch everyday at work because its dirty. we have dust mites in the stockroom. this itching turned into bug bites all over my ankles.
sunday, i have bites on my arms and stomach.
that didn't come from dustmites!
i looked up the bites and realize they are flea bites!!
and i have to go through a whole fumigation process. how embarrassing is this!
i guess the fleas were like..the dog is gone, we need blood bitch!
i'm super-itchy and i am now in the process of washing my linens and things - apparently, the dog liked my bed...and i have to get my carpet steamed...and so much drama! i never had to deal with this before...*sigh*
its weird not being on dog-time. wake up knowing i have to take him out by 8am or he's going to pee on something or making sure i'm home by 9pm because i know he's going to pee on something and then coming home and realizing he has already peed on something.
besides that, he taught me that i really miss my rocky. i still call louis rocky in my head. i miss the companionship. i'm sure next year, i'll get a dog but for now...i can't handle it.
other than that...
aussie is out of the picture.
i'm about to delete him off of fb. every status he posts is about how much money he has. one particular one that pissed me off was, "you can call me anything but broke." - dude, you didn't even have money to buy chinese and bring it over my house. don't try and play like you're something you're not.
and that's how (some) men are...they flaunt what they don't have and then get mad when women go after that. how would i feel if every pic of me on every social media site shows off my body and i get approached by men who want what they see and i get mad? you can't advertise what you're not willing to give.
speaking of exes...how DARE the nigerian friend request me on fb? he's like...kenny from south park. each episode they kill him but he reappears in the next episode. i blocked his ass.
AND...Mr. DK had the nerve to text me on saturday on some..."Hey, how are you?" - like he wasn't missing for over a month. I was like..."Oh, I didn't think I'd see this name in my text box. Where have you been?"
school...work..blah blah blah..the usual. Then he says he wants to see me this weekend. Sorry boo, I'm busy.
funny enough..he hasn't messaged me back.
Oh...you thought you were gonna just come back and i'm gonna jump at the chance to see you. I don't need a free meal THAT bad.
other than that...i'm under a lot of pressure at work, at church...being a leader is WORK WORK WORK. the pressure at work is about to be null and void soon. i'm looking for another job and expect to find one within a month or so. once that happens, i also expect this job to offer me more money. at that time, i can decide whether or not i want to stay or go. the best part about my job is the 45 minute door to door commute. everything else...can go.
i also don't want to do makeup anymore. *gasp*
i've been feeling this way for a while. makeup is a passion that i'm glad to have explored but i think it is only part of my destiny not the whole picture.
there are so many things i need to do, i just don't have the energy or the drive. like, this flea business makes me want to bleach down my entire house but i just can't...after work, i'm tired. before work, i'm tired. i'm off fridays where i try and catch up on sleep. feel tired the whole day, run errands. go to work and dance on saturday. go to church on sunday and try and recharge my batteries for the week.i feel like i'm constantly on E. if i call out, i don't get paid and i am barely making it on a full check..much more trying to make it missing days and trying to make up hours is just not in the equation. i'm already tired!! what am i to do?
i'm so frustrated because I DO SO MUCH and i GET PAID SO LITTLE. I need some damn money! like essential life shit goes to the wayside sometimes because the money just isn't there. ahhhhh!
louis has officially left the building.
friday, i gave him away to a nice lady from south carolina who lives in the bronx.
she was nice until she kept me waiting an hour and did a whole diva routine before she took him.
UGH!
i hate late people.
sooooo...thursday night, i give louis a bath and i notice he had fleas! i researched because at first, i was like..wtf is this?! google search later, soap and water should have killed them right?
as i was waiting for the lady, i noticed he still had some fleas.
i called my friend that watched him for me while i went to houston. pre-houston, louis had no fleas. after houston...fleas. it was like making a call to let someone know they gave you an std. lol....
ffwd...saturday
at work, i am itching like a maniac. i itch everyday at work because its dirty. we have dust mites in the stockroom. this itching turned into bug bites all over my ankles.
sunday, i have bites on my arms and stomach.
that didn't come from dustmites!
i looked up the bites and realize they are flea bites!!
and i have to go through a whole fumigation process. how embarrassing is this!
i guess the fleas were like..the dog is gone, we need blood bitch!
i'm super-itchy and i am now in the process of washing my linens and things - apparently, the dog liked my bed...and i have to get my carpet steamed...and so much drama! i never had to deal with this before...*sigh*
its weird not being on dog-time. wake up knowing i have to take him out by 8am or he's going to pee on something or making sure i'm home by 9pm because i know he's going to pee on something and then coming home and realizing he has already peed on something.
besides that, he taught me that i really miss my rocky. i still call louis rocky in my head. i miss the companionship. i'm sure next year, i'll get a dog but for now...i can't handle it.
other than that...
aussie is out of the picture.
i'm about to delete him off of fb. every status he posts is about how much money he has. one particular one that pissed me off was, "you can call me anything but broke." - dude, you didn't even have money to buy chinese and bring it over my house. don't try and play like you're something you're not.
and that's how (some) men are...they flaunt what they don't have and then get mad when women go after that. how would i feel if every pic of me on every social media site shows off my body and i get approached by men who want what they see and i get mad? you can't advertise what you're not willing to give.
speaking of exes...how DARE the nigerian friend request me on fb? he's like...kenny from south park. each episode they kill him but he reappears in the next episode. i blocked his ass.
AND...Mr. DK had the nerve to text me on saturday on some..."Hey, how are you?" - like he wasn't missing for over a month. I was like..."Oh, I didn't think I'd see this name in my text box. Where have you been?"
school...work..blah blah blah..the usual. Then he says he wants to see me this weekend. Sorry boo, I'm busy.
funny enough..he hasn't messaged me back.
Oh...you thought you were gonna just come back and i'm gonna jump at the chance to see you. I don't need a free meal THAT bad.
other than that...i'm under a lot of pressure at work, at church...being a leader is WORK WORK WORK. the pressure at work is about to be null and void soon. i'm looking for another job and expect to find one within a month or so. once that happens, i also expect this job to offer me more money. at that time, i can decide whether or not i want to stay or go. the best part about my job is the 45 minute door to door commute. everything else...can go.
i also don't want to do makeup anymore. *gasp*
i've been feeling this way for a while. makeup is a passion that i'm glad to have explored but i think it is only part of my destiny not the whole picture.
there are so many things i need to do, i just don't have the energy or the drive. like, this flea business makes me want to bleach down my entire house but i just can't...after work, i'm tired. before work, i'm tired. i'm off fridays where i try and catch up on sleep. feel tired the whole day, run errands. go to work and dance on saturday. go to church on sunday and try and recharge my batteries for the week.i feel like i'm constantly on E. if i call out, i don't get paid and i am barely making it on a full check..much more trying to make it missing days and trying to make up hours is just not in the equation. i'm already tired!! what am i to do?
i'm so frustrated because I DO SO MUCH and i GET PAID SO LITTLE. I need some damn money! like essential life shit goes to the wayside sometimes because the money just isn't there. ahhhhh!
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Indian Giver
Louis is driving me crazy! Older dogs are so stubborn. Shih tzus are willful. Older shih tzus are willful and stubborn. He has been having potty issues. Before I left for Houston, he would pee on the wee wee pad or just wait to go outside. All week, he has been leaving multiple puddles around the house which I have cleaned right away.
Friday, I'd had enough.
I mopped the floors with bleach and put him in the carrier to sleep. He was fine. Saturday, I walked him when I woke up. Let him play. Before I left, he peed on the floor. I mopped again, put him in his carrier and went to work.
When I got home, Louis met me at the front door after breaking out of his carrier and leaving 4 puddles and some poo on my floor. I WAS LIVID!
I put him back in the carrier where he whined all night. I made the decision then...this is not for me. I still miss Rocky. I call Louis, Rocky's name all the time and compare him to Rocky. I'm just not ready nor do I have the patience for a dog right now.
Once Louis is trained for real, he would be a great pet. He's loving and friendly but not for me right now.If anyone wants a dog and you live in NYC, let me know.
Friday, I'd had enough.
I mopped the floors with bleach and put him in the carrier to sleep. He was fine. Saturday, I walked him when I woke up. Let him play. Before I left, he peed on the floor. I mopped again, put him in his carrier and went to work.
When I got home, Louis met me at the front door after breaking out of his carrier and leaving 4 puddles and some poo on my floor. I WAS LIVID!
I put him back in the carrier where he whined all night. I made the decision then...this is not for me. I still miss Rocky. I call Louis, Rocky's name all the time and compare him to Rocky. I'm just not ready nor do I have the patience for a dog right now.
Once Louis is trained for real, he would be a great pet. He's loving and friendly but not for me right now.If anyone wants a dog and you live in NYC, let me know.
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