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There’s no other way to state this than last night sucking the big one royally. If I managed an hour of a sleep, that would be an overestimation. This is definitely going to have an effect on me today. I don’t know how much I will manage to accomplish today but I’ll do the best I can to continue to make progress on my personal finance class because it is just that important. While at work yesterday afternoon, I realized just how much I want to be my own entrepreneur. I guess it is good to say that I have a goal in mind.

I guess part of my problem is that my sex drive is returning full force after losing some more weight. I think I am somewhere in the 240s, a weight I haven’t seen since around 2004-ish. I have more energy and libido; walking is easier and I can go up and down stairs without the need for an elevator. This is all good stuff but the sexual frustration is annoying. Seeing all of the sex scenes in movies and TV is kicking the drive into overdrive. Anyhow, I digress. This isn’t what I’ve planned to write.

Today I have to do some learning for certain and calm myself down with its simple joy. Hell or even do some planning. I know I need to reach out to Wendy Klaiser about work and changes and I have not done that yet either. I am a bit of a mess this morning. Oh well … what can I do except muddle on through. This will be short. I feel weird.

I did not expect to get a call from my employer telling me that there was a shift I could pick up. I asked Denisse (finacee) how she would feel about it just in case she had a plan in mind. Denisse is understandably very sensitive to change so I wanted to clear this with her first. It’s easy extra money and the shift is from 10a-6p so I figured I might as well get in the hours when they’re there.

Since work is slow, I managed to file my taxes for 2025 and I am getting an okay refund at 878 dollars. It’s not quite as good as last year’s, but in this administration, I won’t argue. Getting this money back will help a lot. I hope that it processes and deposited quickly.

I am feeling a lot better today after putting in some time on the personal finance class on the Khan Academy. I’ve got the beginnings of a budget and I really like the 50/30/20 rule that Sal Khan explained and introduced in his videos. It was rather enlightening to see where my money is going. For me, this process was more effective than a cashflow worksheet which my estranged father constantly harps on. Khan’s system is simpler. I’ll continue to work through the course bit by bit.

I feel pretty darn good and I don’t completely know why because my professional life isn’t very healthy but I am slowly working on that. I have hope some good will start to come with the budgeting efforts.

This morning I woke up early and decided it is a good time to resume working on my personal finance course through the Khan Academy. But just prior to resuming, first a little journaling. I slept okay last night. Now that I am down some 30 odd pounds from middle of last year, I am finding myself needing less in the way of sleeping medications. It turns out that the combination of 200mg of Trazodone and 10mg of Ambien is just too much. I found better results from Ambien and Melatonin.

I am worried about my professional life right life right now because I don’t really know what I would like to do to earn money. I am working as a security guard and I know that is what I unequivocally do not want to do. It’s gotten to the point where I cannot really stand doing it more than 2-3 days a week. It’s a job so easy and boring that it actually induces depression because I cannot use my brain. You would think they’d want a smart guard but I’ve found that the nail that sticks out gets hammered down. I find more success in simply being an automaton.

One thing that this personal finance class should provide is a clearer picture of future possibilities to improve my life. In a capitalist society, it’s virtually impossible to improve your life if you do not have the money to do so. So this is a journey. I know I’ve toyed with the idea of starting a business geared towards information technology training and education. There is competition out there, including from the state-run community college Delaware Technical Community College. But those courses are purely called, in the parlance, Work Force Development. They’re geared towards vendor certifications.

Vendor certifications are all well and good so long as the hardware/software product still stays en vogue. Given that the obsolescence time frame is short, what good is it if you spend all of your time and money (time should be considered money) to learn something so narrow in scope? Wouldn’t you be better served to come out with a strong understanding of the actual concepts of what compromise networks and not just learning enough to satisfy the vendor?

It means that my courses will most likely not be the cheapest ones out there but they will leave the student highly prepared to enter the workforce. My plan is to offer a course in which I add material and labs to the required curriculum for vendor-based certifications. This will allow the person responsible for administering the technology to be better at troubleshooting and be better at being able to communicate with engineers at the vendor to solve problems. This is how I differentiate myself from the IT boot camps and strict vendor certifications.

Personal finances being in order marks the beginning of planning this business. I love learning and it is my hope that I could find a group of like-minded students who have a passion for a deep dive into technology. I’d like students that want to be able to run rings around their peers that have taken courses at other schools.

When the idea popped into my head, it was born around some self-exploration about why I love computers and networks. I love to tinker and I wondered what would allow me to tinker outside of the box and get paid for it. It turns out experimentation and labs are the perfect part of education and maybe I could earn a dollar or two in the process. IT is only fun for me when I can play. Where else can I play then in an educational environment? Start an IT school and I can get paid to play.

Back when I was in high school, I had this really awesome writing teacher named Edie. I went to a friends school so we actually called our teachers by their given name. Anyhow, some of the best advice she ever gave us was to journal before embarking on tasks requiring heavy thought or concentration. So that’s what this is. I’ve lost contact with her as the years went by so I hope she is doing well.

So the activity for today is to continue the class on personal finance with Khan Academy. At the same time, I need to start looking at where all my money is going. This means looking at what all of expenses are. This is going to be a Sherlock Holmes style investigation because I don’t even know what I am spending my money on. But fortunately I am laughing about it and not blaming myself. That is, as they say, a start.

I am having the early stages of an epiphany so I don’t know where this journal is going to go. I realized finally just how stressful, demoralizing, and anger-producing living paycheck to paycheck is. Part of me realized this as I was beginning the class. Then I realized just how much of this was truly affecting me. I’ve been hating life, blaming myself for life’s choices, and finding myself wanting to retreat into substances for happiness.

I am realizing just how many parts of life are so interconnected and that few things exist in a silo. Getting my personal finances in order is dropping a stone into a pond. That’s my epiphany. Getting my personal finances in order is the next step on the mental health journey and one I’ve been avoiding. This tacit avoidance, I believe, is creating a traffic jam on the road to mental health recovery. I never completely get past a certain point, end up lost, and then back at the beginning.

Early this year I wrote about wanting to start and run a business. Somehow I convinced myself I could do it when not even my personal affairs are in order. Since I don’t have the “rich uncle” to instantly cut me a check (or multiple checks) for money to run a business, I must fund it myself. In order to fund it myself, I cannot live paycheck to paycheck and expect to get started.

When taking an initial look at things, I realized just how much money I was spending on streaming services, GrubHub food delivery, and Uber and Lyft. My jaw hit the floor. I’ve become a revenue stream for the gig economy. I also was spending money on electronic gadgets and services all in the hopes of making me feel better when they don’t provide lasting enjoyment. Instead, these expenses are providing a very temporary respite (and distraction) from the difficulties of life.

While tightening the spending belt is not an initially pleasant thing to have to consider, I’m now learning that there is a mindset to it. I wrongfully looked at this as depriving myself from these extravagances. Instead, this is not a matter of a deprivation but a matter of personal pride because I am gaining control of my life. I don’t own a car so it means waiting in the cold and wind at the bus stop. While doing that yesterday instead of taking the warm, cozy ridesharing service, I looked at it with a bit of personal pride, because instead of taking the easy and expensive way out, I felt like a responsible adult.

There will be more to come on this topic as my own thoughts continue to develop into descriptive language. But for now, the task at hand awaits.

I’m going to start off the adjustment to my new reality by limiting my soda intake to no more than two 12oz cans of diet soda per week. I’m going to drink water as my primary source of hydration. I’m going to take the opportunity to make some lemonade out of the lemons I’ve been handed. I think I might have ulcers from the poor choices I’ve made. But, as they say, the only hole you can’t dig yourself out of is the grave.

I don’t know what I am doing or where my journey will head but the next step is some personal finance education. I’ll do that tomorrow and learn how to create a budget. I’ll use YouTube to teach me everything my father never did. I’m going to be able to save more money instead of not knowing where it’s going. I’m going to think carefully and live with my head not in the sand.

This is already helping me to feel better. Maybe I will feel like I have more control over my life. Perhaps I won’t feel as if I am so subject to the whims of the man. My earnings will matter more and I’ll build some self-esteem and a sense of pride an accomplishment for learning on my own.

I won’t be able to afford Uber this week, I won’t be able to afford the security class, and finally my job is going to be eliminated. I just won’t even be able to go back to school come the fall. Since my position is being eliminated, I have some tasks to do and they’re daunting. I’m going to list them here.

My shift was quiet last night so I went through my bank statements and my jaw dropped. I’m spending a lot of money on streaming services, GrubHub, Uber, Lyft, Murphs Irish Pub, and a few other things. Let’s just say it was enlightening.

I just got home from work and I’m lying in bed thinking about how I’m going to have to experience some short term pain and maybe grow up.

• Learn how to develop a budget from YouTube.
• Create a cash flow to better understand where my money is going.
• Develop a budget from this and stick to it. I’ll stock away 50.00 from every paycheck going forward.
• I deleted GrubHub from my phone. I’m doing Walmart orders.

More to think any when I’m lucid. Maybe some short term pain is in order.

I’m not sleeping well and things are not improving as I had hoped that they would. It may just take some time to adapt but I hope it won’t take too much longer. At least my course of action is now set. I’ve made the firm choice to get my Delaware Red Card starting this weekend. I think this will open some doors toward more money.

I just have to make it through the next two days until the start of the class. I am still very conflicted over what to do though. On one hand, I think the better move might be full time Uber as that could the faster path towards starting my IT training and educational school.

Here is my internal struggle: Purely doing Uber to raise money for my IT training and education school might help things starts faster. But it’s riskier because I’ll have one source of income. It might be better to do 2 days a week of armed security for the sure fire some of money and then use the remaining five to use Uber to raise money for the main venture.

This is not an easy choice to make towards the end goal. If one path does not work out, I can always try the other.

Sometimes simply making a genuine effort to be friendly lifts me out of the doldrums. It definitely did today. I was really hoping to be sitting at a desk for my shift but I found the interaction with people to be uplifting. Well that was until the stupidity of my employer. Now it looks like I am just going to have to follow through with some plans for improving my situation.

I don’t like struggling and I am way too old for hustle culture. But what am I supposed to do when I am washed up and over the hill? The United States is simply a cruel country. The differences between parties, while stark, don’t really matter when it comes to rugged capitalism. Both sides agree that you either have money or work until you die. Right now things look bleak.

So yes, I’m going to make the effort. I’m going to spend money I don’t have to go to an armed security class with the hopes that I could be in a better place financially. It’s either that or begin Uber. I don’t know which makes more sense. I’ll get the armed license. It’s the course of action I’m committed to. All I know is that I’m tired and feel depression creeping back in because I can’t use THC. It was the only thing that kept me from being depressed.

No THC makes the daily effort that much harder; the struggle even more so. Now I just have my blog to get the swirling thoughts out of my head. I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop.

I had a surprisingly rough day mentally yesterday. It all kind of took a nose dive when I found out from my good friend Jim that he had been laid off due to some kind of corporate restructuring. He said that his boss manager told him that it was nothing that he had done wrong. I originally wrote boss and scratched that out because we are our own bosses. Jim is my best friend so that was naturally a gut punch for me because I am an empath. And then I got into it with my manager.

My manager keeps asking me to stay later or pick up more hours. I am starting to stand up to him because this is getting to be a lot more than I bargained for and I am just learning to say, “No” without any guilt. I mean I am always polite about it but I am standing my ground. Well this has showed my manager’s true colors when he barked back at me via a text message which I simply summarily ignored. But my blood was boiling. I feel like the proverbial donkey with the stick and carrot. He keeps promising me things that just never appear and I am finished.

It feels like I am in a financial hole that I just cannot dig myself out of. It is like the sides of the hole are greased so each time I try, I fall back down. I cannot make it on the chump change that my security job is paying me. It is very frustrating. I realize that there are people worse off than myself and maybe a little gratitude is in order but I just don’t feel any. Why should I be grateful for scraps thrown at me in return for the exploitation of my mind and body? There is no dignity in forced work and Good Will Industries is wrong in their slogan about work.

I really wanted to attend the armed security class but it now might make more sense to simply start my Uber venture. I just don’t know what to do at the moment. I am stuck in indecision and I have Denisse and her Phlebotomy course on my mind. I want her to succeed and I am cheering her own. Believe me, I am cheering her on.

At least today’s shift will be pretty easy. I’ll be sitting at a loading dock for 4 hours. I’ll have to watch the loading dock cameras so that I can open/close the garage door for vendors coming to the building. This still leaves me with time to work on my laptop or phone. I wish I didn’t feel so depressed and anxious at the moment. It is amazing what THC does for me. I don’t have to use it everyday – once or twice a week – and I feel so much better than all of the Big Pharma crap being cooked up.

There are some days where I am scared that I’ll snap. However, I am reigned in by my love for Denisse. She reminds me silently that I no longer live for myself and that I live for the both of us. For the life of me, I don’t know how I’ve made it as long as I have. A shitty psychiatrist once attributed to some innate stubbornness that refuses to let me go. Well, that gave me a chuckle because he’s not incorrect.

Today the mission is just to make it through and to survive another day in this Trump World hellscape called America. I have a choice: I can become bitter and take it out on others or I can make some of this pressure turn coal into diamonds. I hate the expression because it is what the wealthy use as their stick and carrot for us donkeys.

At the very least, I like the site where I occasionally fill in because the people there are cool. They make it kind of fun and lighthearted. I admire their ability to remain cheery in spite of the stress of living in America. The energy that these fellow security guards give off makes it so that, at the end of the shift, I don’t feel tired, bitter, or angry.

I don’t really understand exactly why I feel so angry at the moment. I feel like I’ve been cheated. I’ve done everything right and I still find myself hurting. I got good grades in high school, I graduated with a 3.50 GPA from college, and tried to get good long-term work. Instead, I’ve spent my entire professional life working on short term IT contracts or passed over for employment that I’ve been fully qualified for. Now I am 49 and feel washed up. To be fair, age discrimination is a real thing for people over 40. I am so sick of the worry and stress. Since Corporate America largely deems me unfit for employment, the best I can do for employment is work as a security guard. Capitalism tells me I should be grateful to have employment at all.

The finance bros will tell you to eat less avocado toast and drink less Starbucks. They live in a world very divorced from reality. I make 2.00 per hour over the minimum wage in my state. My state does not follow the federal minimum wage standard, instead setting it at 15.00 per hour. This barely puts food on the table and doesn’t pay rent in my market.

Now fucking Trump wants to start World War III and is probably plotting invasion of Greenland as we speak. It can no longer be dismissed as hyperbole. I believe the crazy fuck is honestly hell bent on Greenland and the poor and working class will suffer immensely on this foolhardy venture. I hope Europe strikes back. I hope that myself and Denisse can be refugees somewhere in Europe. As the United States becomes Gilead, frightening times are ahead.

I don’t get the point of even trying. Maybe the US needs a reboot brought on by a Europe united against us. I am actually praying for a European invasion of America to liberate it from Fascism. I want to watch Hegseth, Trump, and RFK Jr. hung by their balls in a town square somewhere. I want to watch Kristi Noem hauled in front of the UN to answer for her crimes against humanity. When these things happen, I will be able to breathe a sigh of relief if I am not already dead yet. I can only hope Europe rescues us. We’re not all bad people. The poor and working classes are the victims. We need to wipe out the billionaire class completely.

America is now pas the point of simply end stage capitalism. We are now at the end stage of the so-called “Great Democratic Experiment.” Very soon I will no longer be able to write this and I expect I may be branded as a terrorist for my own musings. I used to not care so much but I’m no longer living for myself. I’ve got a beautiful woman who cares for me deeply. I am a shit provider to her and I can barely take care of myself. I don’t know what the next step is. I guess I hustle until I die.