Twitter Me Depressed!

Yes, you guessed it, I am still in my "funk"! Last week I couldn't seem to find my motivation. This week has just turned into a menopause driven depression. I keep trying to tweet and facebook, anything to lift my spirits but nothing is working. I haven't had a sale in my jewelry shop for over two weeks and I keep adding more stuff in the hopes something will inspire someone, anyone, to make a purchase. My efforts are for naught. In the meantime, all I see on twitter is Yay! I had three sales today! Yay! my pearl necklace was featured in twat magazine!! Not that I begrudge anyone their joy, but being the self-involved bitch that I am, I could use a bit less of everyone else's milestones and could use a few of my own for a change. So twitter avoidance is inevitable for me. The highlight of my life lately is managing to get dressed (well, mostly dressed) and creating a piece of design work that the customer doesn't hate! Bet you're glad you started reading this inspiring little story, huh?

To add insult to injury, we are bombarded every single day with collection calls from credit card companies! Hubby started a new job, but the hours are sporatic so setting a budget is next to impossible. We have decided that eating and keeping our home is way more important then paying credit cards. But good ole "Bob" from INDIA calls everyday wanting to make us aware that we are behind in our payment and "will we be making that $60.00 payment today?" He might as well be asking for a million dollars! Actually, he could be asking for a million dollars—I can't understand a word he says. I spend 20 minutes with him saying "what? I don't understand you, say that again" And what part of "I don't have any money, do YOU not understand?" Why the hell, when half of the United States is unemployed, are we using customer service from other countries! I'm just sayin! Just one more reason to delay paying these companies. Although when I think about it, even though I need a job, I really don't want to call people in this economy, and harass them about making a payment. So more power to ya there Habib, oh I mean "Bob"!

I know this hasn't been a very entertaining post this week, and I'm not quite my usual witty self. Please pardon me for a minute, I had to spew to feel better. Next week I will return all refreshed and ready to entertain, I promise.

Much Love—Jodi