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Fuck Bitches, Get Money; Financial Inception

Posted on January 31, 2019 at 11:45 PM

Matthew 6:34 “Therefore do no worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about it’s own things. Sufficient for the day is its own troubles”


This is the scripture I’ve been meditating on to stay present on my duties for today and not to be anxious about my future. It feels like my life’s changed since I was last focused on Brittany. Yeah…that was a waist of “minutes” and then that Spiritual inception into leadership happened that has gotten me more focused on my entrepreneurship. For the record, I never heard from Brittany ever since she post-poned our date. Then I danced the night away at Courtney’s bday event. Now I am back on my freedom course of not giving a fuck about any of these women who can’t follow through on simple shit—or any women for that matter. Yes, women are still talking to me and showing interest, but I already know what they're about—it’s all just for entertainment. That’s cool but you don’t just cut the show off right when its getting good. If I were a boy, I’d have mental blue balls…Seriously, it’s just annoying now and It’s gotten me a little bitter I wont lie (Hence the title).

Fuck bitches, get money


That’s the mood today. Yes, fuck em! forget about them. As far as yesterday, I’ve had my host of problems—3 to be exact.


1) My job blaming me, without clear reason, for opening a supposedly expensive bottle of PATRON, that was also apparently $50 a shot. No manager or co-worker even warned me of this immaculate, proscribed bottle. The fault they PUT ON ME was just ridiculous. For one, Patron ain’t shit to anyone who truly values a good Tequila, and two, GOOD LUCK trying to sell it at $50 a shot.

I think that the man in charge was just having a bitch-fit, and he needed someone to blame it on. Well they learned, I was not the one. I went off on any manager that came for me. I had to verbally, fight my way through their preposterous bullshit list of REASONS and comments about me. I had facts and history that just made them look stupid. It was a fight indeed—only for them to just give up in the end and leave me alone.

 

2)Loosing my phone to the TSA X-ray machine shortly thereafter—for about 4 hours. The area was locked and my biggest mission was to find a supervisor to open it for me. I wasn't even completely sure it was in there! Meanwhile I’m running all over the airport for help—lost and found, the bank office etc and thinking “I will have to renew my WHOLE LIFE” (aka entertainment system). I would have literally suffered my darkest hour. Lol my phone is what turns on and controls my lights when I am at home—and without that, I would of had no lights. And no music, so I practically would’ve been lifeless.


3) The issue that leads me to today’s low-key infamous saying of the day “fuck bitches, get money”. The “intrusion" on my life insurance policy. I’ve put that in quotations because the intrusion wasn’t necessarily bad…In fact, I learned something today. And I learned in a much rather heated, confrontational, slightly competitive environment. The communication environment was tense, but the physical environment was in my home! I mean, this shit was crazy awkward. I basically had 2 DIFFERENT (key word: Different) financial advisory companies in my home to explain to me what my life insurance policy is…(soon to be ‘was’;) because apparently I didn't exactly know what I had gotten myself into. Some of the things they covered was the difference between the CONTRACT and the ILLUSTRATION: the contract tells me what’s GUARANTEED, while the illustration tells me what’s possible beyond what’s guaranteed (key word: what’s POSSIBLE). I also learned the difference between life insurance and retirement. Lol, don’t judge me, because you typically don’t even see a lot of people my age even thinking about these things, if you are that great. Life insurance is for who and whats covered WHEN YOU'RE DEAD, while retirement is your investment of money you get back— that you've been building on while you are still alive! And through this heated learning, I found out (like we were on some reality TV shit) that my agent was technically not looking out for my best interest, only giving me life insurance, when I was sitting there looking stupid saying I was investing in my future!  LOL…I was not, I was investing in my death! In fact, they even put my agent on the spot about not even having an investment license. Apparently other agents within the company I was signed up in had investment licenses, but not him.

The main issue for me was that I was not signed up for retirement as I was with life insurance. Though Life insurance is not bad, for ya know—if I start a family later on in life or something… but retirement is really something I was aiming at for the purposes of my business later on in life.

For the purposes of being FINANCIALLY WHOLE AND BALANCED in accordance to my brand, I must have my retirement and life insurance in check.


The financial life domain of TheLoveProjectt reads: Employment, Financial security, Life Insurance and Retirement.


I also learned with the other “competing” financial advisory company (I won’t say any names) is that they can give me BOTH of what I need through ONE agent and not TWO (that’s a better deal), I’m a simple woman, If i can bust two brids in one stone then of course. And I learned that my agent was only giving me life insurance for a term of only 20 fucking years! I mean this guy was just blowing it! LOL! He gave me a “term policy” as opposed to what’s more valuable for me being 25 years old aka young as fuck—“WHOLE TERM policy” because I have a WHOLE LIFE ahead of me. If I was damn near death, b*tch, a 20 year policy would be good LOL! But I plan on being alive for more than 20 years pal! If I stay with my current agent, my life insurance would end at 45 years old. 

At this point of the heated learning between these two (which btw i was quiet the whole time) I am mentally concluded with the competing company against my agent. I felt bad for changing teams but you know, God works in mysterious ways, and at the end of the day, what I’m trying to do with my money matters more than my relationship with my agent. Me and Paul developed a great spiritual and professional relationship…but in this case, it’s all about the money and not relationships.(Girls ruined that for you, Paul, i apologize)…I have disclosed plans for my retirement.

I just wonder why Paul never even set me up for retirement, while he was busy getting my death package together. Luckily, I’ve only invested ONLY $200.56 into my Life Insurance plan (2 months). In the meantime, I have a follow up meeting with the competing company to follow through possibly with them. Sad to say, but I may be converting to them for the greater good of my financial future and entrepreneurship. Sure, me and Paul’s relationship was legit and I don't think we’re going to loose that but…It is what it shall me when it comes to my financial goals. The message here is: You gotta do what you gotta do~!

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