Day 93.2 - More Work Drama and Tariff B.S. in These Foolish Things

See previous entry, where all of this bitching began.

Ah yes, a few more things to say about Head Cat, only because Kitty Cat (CEO) spilled the beans to me the other day, and where do I put this?! This shit makes me insane.

It’s a really great question - why won’t the company fork over some cash to send the actual assistant to do the assisting of Head Cat while he’s on these trips where he needs assistance?? Well, it might be that instead of spending the company’s money (and yes, I realize it’s HIS money) on having an assistant travel with him, he’s spending the company’s money on things like cosmetic procedures (new teeth) and Doordash and Instacart (to the tune of $7000 last month alone!!!). How does one even BEGIN to spend $7K on food delivery?! I mean, the guy is vegan, but there are only so many vegan snacks you can have delivered!

I only know this shit because Kitty Cat needed to vent to me one day. She told me that he needs to put the breaks on all of this personal spending. But WHO is enforcing it when it’s his own company? And he is self-funding the business? Guess he can do whatever he wants.

But it PISSES me off to hear all of this anyway because, after a year and a half, have I even had a single performance review? You know, the things that you get to discuss a salary increase? Nope. I can guarantee I’ll never get even a twinge of a cost-of-living increase. And I already took a $30K hit to my salary after the disaster that was The Cutie Pie Company.

Just writing all of that down has stoked the fire in my career belly. I gotta get rolling.

[Side note: I did have an interview last week at the company I’ve been manifesting an interview with, but they had already promoted someone from within…which is great to know, but def didn’t help me. I need to manifest the actual job that I’m going to ACCEPT, right?!]

But the sucky thing is, our economy is about to fucking TANK thanks to motherfucking Trump. I can’t begin to tell you how much disaster-speak I heard last week at the show.

And my sweet Chinese agent, after our fantastic time together last week, sent me an email this morning telling me that he’s giving me price increases on EVERY item we’ve worked on together because he’s the one who’s been landing the product for me and our product tariff went up to 67%! Somebody’s gotta pay for it, right? He’s absorbed as much as he can already.

[Side-hustle Note: as for my side hustle? Well, I don’t even know if I want to talk about it anymore since my idea would likely come out of China… but wait…maybe not! Let me think on this some more.]

I know it’s nothing personal, but ughhhh. Combine all of the above with the fact that the things I’m bringing to the table are going to cost a whole lot more, and it’s another fast track out of a job.

I knew this one wouldn’t last forever. This is not the place where I’ll retire. It would just be nice to get to the place where I AM going to retire. And yes, I know I’ll never have a traditional retirement - nobody does anymore, do they? But I need to be in a much, much better place financially…especially since I’m going to live to 100!

So let’s go. The fire is lit.

More to come.
xox,
GS