business life

after about a year of working my ass off, my little biz is FINALLY taking off. fuck ya, bitches!!! soon, i will be one rich chica!

it seems as if all the "no's" i have been hearing had just magically turned into "yes's". it seems, seriously, over night. funny, the turning point seemed to be the breaking up w/the bf. it kind of was a wake up call that i needed to give a little more effort into my biz to make it kick ass.

well, my time is here now. my hours of work seem to be paying off with more requests for events than i can even handle! i get a few a day! it is april now, and my calandar for june is almost all booked up!!!

if this keeps up, i will be back on track w/my 6 figure income goal in no time!

my good deed count for today: 2 1/2

good deed #1:
i took my pup to the dog beach yesterday. while enjoying the sunny weather, i tripped over a half-burried cell phone. picking it up & dusting it off, i continue on my walk down the coast. i page through the recently called numbers in the phone & call the one that says "home".

"uh, this is random but do you know who's phone this is?", i asked.
"omg, it's MY phone!", the voice on the other line explained.
"well, i found it on the beach. want to come meet me & pick it up?"

she thanked me over and over. "no prob", i replied. when we met, she insisted i take a reward. i firmly refused, requesting only that she passes on the good deed. ya, ya, kinda like that movie.

good deed #2 & 2 1/2:
at about 4:30am i hear this crazy cat screaching outside my window. i get up to see which cat it is (a neighbor had lost her cat & had been constantly combing the area for it). i was hoping it was the lost cat, and in my sleepy state i think it was. i bend down to the crawl space under the house, where the cat ran, and make kissy-kissy-here-kitty-kitty sounds. no response from "clyde" the cat. i wasn't able to continue my effots because i was interupted by the sounds of a girl crying muttering what a mess she was to herself. (aw, come on, i had to feel kinda sorry for her. who hasn't felt like that at one point or anyother? but i don't tend to make it a public display.)

i peek around the building, "hey, you ok hon?" i ask the bawling semi-drunk chick. i think she said no, but it was hard to determine through her heaving sobs. the story was her drunk friends took off & she had no way to get home. although i'm altruistic, i'm not stupid. i told her i couldn't give her a ride home b/c i had some wine already. sue me- i lied! but i did call her a cab & wait outside with her until it arrived. she kept thanking me while she said she needed to get her shit together. poor girl. when i left i told her to take care of herself.