Sunday, February 25, 2007

The $296 Car Key and Other Fun Expenses

All I can say is that this period of Mercury in Retrograde has kicked my ass and emptied my pocket book. And that's the bright side!

If you read my last post, you caught me mid-saga of losing the keys to a rental car. Long story short: don't ever do that.

I thought it would cost me the quoted $100 which was outrageous, but I made peace with it. So imagine my ... ahem... delight when I picked up the car and it cost me $296 for the replacement key. $150 for labor. $146 for assorted odds and ends. They could have at least washed the bugs off the windshield, but nooooooooooooooooooooooooo. Flipping back to gratitude, I had to say thank you that we had transportation and we got home safely.

After the long drive home from the Bay Area to Southern California, my husband informed me that our computer monitor blacked out. I am not a techie, but for some reason I am our household fixit person and nothing seemed to help. It was clearly a case of "monitor death", so I went out and purchased a new computer monitor. Do you hear the cash register ringing in the background?

The very intelligent and super tech savvy salesperson at the store was great. She steered me toward a fantastic 19" monitor that dwarfed our old one. Wow! What resolution! What clarity! I took it home, hooked it up... hmmmmm, why isn't it looking like it did in the store?

Well, maybe because my computer is a 3 year old obsolete donkey of a machine. These new snazzy monitors are made for computers that have (Mom, if you're reading this, please close your eyes) huevos. My computer lacks that quality. It is the castrated ox in a world of bulls.

This all reminded me of a time when I bought a fantastic pair of shoes that made me feel like the coolest, sassiest, hottest thing alive and but didn't go with anything I owned so I had to go out and buy a whole new wardrobe to match these new shoes.

$80 shoes turned into $500 worth of clothes.

So I have this Cadillac monitor hitched up to my Pinto computer. They don't like each other. The Pinto computer is copping attitude big time and taking forever to do relatively simple tasks. The Cadillac monitor is playing Princess and not delivering all the bells and whistles she promised in the store.

Flip to gratitude: Oh well, at least I have an internet connection and can function (even at a basic level).

After talking to my friend's husband who is a bonafide tech geek, I am going to get a whole new computer set up. It was planned for this month anyhow, it just didn't happen on my time.

But not all is downtrodden. Through all this, I started working with some new clients who are absolutely amazing women and I am very excited to work with them. They value the work I do, and are committed and ready. A longtime client gifted an employee of hers with a year of coaching with me (let's nominate her for Boss of the Century). The flow of money in counters the flow out, so I'm not crying too hard in my suds.

I'm just counting the days til March 9 when Mercury goes out of retrograde. But then there are these 2 eclipses in March that are supposed to have funky effects... OK, we'll cross those bridges when we get to them.


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Saturday, February 17, 2007

Lost Keys on Vacation

Have you ever wondered what would happen if you lost your keys to a rental car while on vacation?

Well, I'm not actually "on vacation", I'm visiting my mom in the Bay Area for the President's Day long weekend. My sis and I rented a car and drove up (w/ little Citlalli of course) and all was well.

Need an opinion on the 2007 Pontiac Grand Prix?
Hauls ass. Loved it.

But today I lost the keys. ARGGH! I was wearing sweats and had no pockets. I got something out of the rental and went over to my sister JL's car and put my keys on the roof while I was putting stuff in her car. I made a mental note to get the keys off the roof, but something distracted me and I totally forgot.

A couple hours later I was looking for the keys and after piecing it all together, I realized what had happened.

OK, so I'm sure you want to know what happens. I hope you don't have to deal w/ this ever again.

1. You call the rental company's roadside assistance dept. You try to tell them the story as succinctly as possible. "Hello, I lost the keys to my rental. No they're not IN the car, they're lost." In my mind, I'm swearing between every 3 words or so.

2. Rental company finds a dealership near you that can make a new key. They send a tow truck to get your car and take it to dealership.

3. Dealership can't make key without proof of title. Oops, I happened to pick a rental office that closed early on Saturdays and is closed on Sundays!

So long story short, we have to wait another 2 days before we know the fate of our plight. I have to foot the bill on the new key which I don't even want to think about right now.

Lessons learned:
1. Always have pockets, regardless how cute you look in your little sweats, have a pocket.

2. Write notes on paper, not on brain cells.

3. Rent your car from an office that has long weekend hours!

I'm sure this will all be water under the bridge soon, and we're just dealing with it. Life goes on and yet again my Higher Power is teaching me something. What that lesson is, I have no idea but maybe I'll figure it out when I'm zooming down Highway 5 Monday with this whole ordeal behind me.



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Friday, February 02, 2007

Daddy Yankee Keeps Following Me

I know I'm irrestistible, but Daddy Yankee is just taking things a little too far. Dude, I'm married with a kid, so are you! Why do you keep showing up on the cover every time I'm in Latina magazine?

Coincidence?
Hmmm.... you decide.



Clue #1:
March 2006, I am a featured expert in an article about stress reduction. I give tips on how making a gratitude list can relieve stress in 5 minutes or less. And look who's on the cover? You got it. Reggaeton hot shot Daddy Yankee. I didn't see a pattern, but who would be looking for one?

Clue #2:
February 2007, I am once again giving expert advice, but this was in the form of a story about how the suckiest job from hell led me to start my wonderful business that is the source of infinite joy in my life. And who is on the cover of Latina Magazine February 2007?
You guessed it. Daddy Yankee.

Perhaps he's following me to pick up a tip or two on work life balance, marketing with less effort, running a well oiled machine of a business. He may even be a Pocket Comadre subscriber and enjoy all those tips and tidbits I share with cool entrepreneurs like himself.

Or maybe he's just stalking me, I don't know.

Daddy, if you're reading this I just want to say that it's great collaborating with you and anytime you or your entourage would like some strategizing on making this superstar business and life of yours even more super, just drop me a line.

If you want to read my synopsis of the Latina magazine article, you can dig deeper into the dish on my a-to-the-hole ex-boss at my other blog, The Savvy Comadre. The title of the article is "Getting Over Being Fired"
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