So what’s going on with me? It’s called stress. Not so much around the business, as that is going well and holding steady, but personal stress because I’m not at the point where I can rely on the business for all of my income but given that I need to focus on it – well, can’t really be going elsewhere to make-up the difference. I’m confident that the ad campaign my marketing person is working on, is going to boost things, but still.
So, my bitch for the moment (woohoo! finally writing something)…
I got off the phone with my business banker a few hours ago, she informed me that I was declined for a new business card due to a note on my credit report from that wonderful shithole named Laurel Hills Preserve. Seeing as though they were quite good at failing to provide copies of everything, I went back to my paperwork from the collections agency they sent after me. What do I find? They listed my notification date as 4/12/2010, in order to charge me extra on the move-out for failing to notify them. Let’s see….started looking for a new house back in January, notified them around early January (60 days notice, since I thought I had to be out in March, not May), notified them there was the possibility that I would be out by the beginning of April while I was there. They were questioned by my mortgage guy in late February and provided him with the paperwork that I was moving out.
Now, I have a $724 ding on my credit report that I now have to clean up. Fun fucking shit. Half tempted to waste a week’s worth of gas and go over there tomorrow to [redacted]. I’m waiting on the bank paperwork, explained all this crap to my banker only to hear, “Yeah, this is ridiculous because you can get it removed only to have them put it back on.” No hearing, no judgement, just them sending something to the report.
I did what I could, added to the dozens of nasty reviews of that place and will be happy to be even nastier when it comes to the credit reporting company, down to going after them for having to clean my own carpets after finding a dining room wide stain.
This morning, at 1something AM, I turned 33. This is the first year since I started acknowledging this day, again, that I have nothing planned (except some post-election celebratory foodage with friends – that has nothing to do with my birthday). Instead, I’m working, which is odd, and doing some reflection (in fact, this post is starting at 1:04am on 11/2). When I started this decade, I thought I was moving into something grander than what my 20s were about. Something about finding my course and starting out on the path that was mapped out during that wonderful decade. I’ve grown past the need to heal and step forward from that nightmare, looking at the joy and sunshine that actually existed.
Instead, 2 years ago, I was sitting in my room on the 8th floor of a hostel overlooking one of the most beautiful cities in the world wondering what in the hell I was really searching for and whether or not it would be worth making the trip home. In that weekend, I learned to stop letting things get away from me without saying anything and start recognizing the truth that was in front of me. That was my map, half of my own doing, and half of circumstance. Regardless, the hell I went through, that year, I don’t regret it.
Anyway, today is mostly a reflection (it’s Nov. 3, 3.49pm EST), the day is rainy, my office is cold and I was just informed that my gas won’t be turned on till Dec. 1. Chase is a bitch and I had to yell at them this morning. There was no stoup for me today, as the Biscuit was closed (but Kroger makes a very, very yummy chilli). The positive – my credit card machine arrived and it’s charging. I’m reading through the fun stuff and should be able to run all charges tomorrow. Tonight is dinner with friends, to celebrate the actual change that has occurred in DC (though, not near enough, maybe next election cycle).
And no, this post did not go where I was wanting it to go. Oh well, Geek Depresif. 😉