Honestly I have been trying to file my taxes and find an accountant to help for quite some time. I have only taken a course of memory in accounting, and the way I feel about accounting, the accountant I speak to feel about mathematics or statistics as a field. The feeling is mutual.
I am also not in Texas right now, and I am mad at some people from work that have been promising me for about 8 years in the educational system, that they are going to pay me, it is quite a considerable amount of time to go on and have to come up with your own resources and funding and money to financially support yourself, waiting around for a paycheck from an educational institution, and even though I have proof and evidence of them hiring me and promising throughout the years to settle up, I am burned out and fed up in the pandemic, & even the lady from the board of regents stated that all I had to do was request it in writing, so I did that, did my time sheets, did more time sheets and proved work, I don't see any evidence that they are going to give me the degrees or a paycheck as promised, so essentially, I am no longer there in Texas at the moment.
The new date for filing Taxes in Texas is actually past the May date for the United States that congress I think voted to push back, which doesn't really help me either way- I just want everything done and I have been working on an intense availability of being on call twenty-four seven for over two years- even one of the hospitals that talks to me in my sleep thanks me for being on hold while they attend to another emergency and while I am hearing them but physically asleep for the most part punching things in to keep appointments.
Before then, it's not that I wasn't available 24 hours a day 7 days a week, but I will say that for the environment where I was considered working, it was more of a protected population and I was not available for the general public, and sometimes when we get into these sensitive situations where we are going for so long and much time away from our families and friends, some of them, I can attest, are not there when we return, and sometimes, we blame ourselves for their suicides not being available to talk them out of it when we were there before and that is just part of dealing with that kind of a thing and you have to forgive them and yourself and take it for what it is in my experience.
My girlfriend (in honor of the way my grandmother taught me to talk- a friend that is a girl- no I am not a lesbian, sorry boys if that is a thing for you- I have a cousin who is happily married to the same sex, as well as two uncles who date or are married that way) a FRIEND that is a girl, a close friend, and also a former business partner that helped me do comics for my educational concept, I visited her grave and learned online when I was out of the sensitive working environments for about 8 months, and realized that I never got in touch with her while I was away- at least not to her family or through them, I didn't tell many people where I was, and besides having 5 hour phone conversations with people like her that are wanting to take their lives who end up doing it after their family cuts off the phone lines, I used to argue with people in clergy positions growing up that men didn't have a developed brain until they were 25 so if they died by suicide they could not be held accountable, people in clergical (not even a word) religious positions preach often that if you take your own life you are going to hell, and sometimes people take it out on those families that have had it and they don't deserve that.
I myself have not have any attempts of committing suicide, but I cannot say that I have never been so low in my life that I have never thought of what I am supposed to do to be through with it, and I have found that figuring out where the roots of your emotions are that trigger repetitive sadness, can change your brain chemistry for the better. I have an unusual goal of wanting to live until Venus the planet comes around again, so, while that may never happen, it is not going to be returning anytime soon. I was in an honors related class staying in doors doing tests while everyone else got to go outside and take breaks and look at it and see it and feel it, and so, that is when I decided, that was a better goal to have.
Plus, I just went to a community hospital to check out my anatomy, and I was joking that I would say "Women are from Mars, Men just want your Venus", and I didn't know that Venus was also a thing within a woman, I thought I was just kidding. We used sonographical images to check out my insides and they did some blood work- I have about two levels that are high probably due to the pandemic, and two that are abnormally low due to travel.
I am behind on paying and raising money for some of my projects and businesses, even though I filed to obtain things for the businesses through the IRS, I am documenting all of that now an salvaging what I can.
My car looks like a homeless person (making fun of myself trying to find a new place to live and expand my working places, well I can also make fun of having to live in and out of hotels on my first live birth and working 3 jobs being scared away from my family until I found a new place to live) decided to put a library at the feet of the backseat and hoarded her taxes paperwork that has been accumulating for the past 2 years or so- but on the brighter side I finally visited some of the beaches and oceans from when I was a wee-lad, and remember my feet were on the beach before Hurricane Sandy came up here, and I have now become an oceanographer sand collector (just playing), I have been collecting pictures and taking myself off of live feed through social media, and picking up rocks and sea shells to take back or keep with me wherever I end up, and some dirtier donated items that people stated I could take with me that I have cleaned up a little for the most part and refurbished or painted or written on- I couldn't keep the infant bathtub seat, because my dog needed dog food more than me keeping that where I couldn't see out of my back window.
I would like to thank the Hazlet new Jersey police officer that scared the hell out of me pulling me over to tell my I have a taillight out (I didn't know my taillight was out, and I haven't been back to New Jersey in quit some time) my poor 1999 vehicle that made it through Tornado weather in Texas while I was answering the phone always in case it is an emergency and spun out of control into on coming traffic forgetting I was in an automatic and not a standard and hit a wall and busted my car apart, has really been through hell, and I have had to sleep in it on my travel when I am not in a hotel, motel, or a resting stop area, really needs some work done to it, and I have to admit that it is time to get a newer model.
My insurance is also so expensive and I am behind a little in making all of the payments due to the pandemic, but because of the cars weight they are charging me more through GEICO because the year it was made the weight of the car is heavier than other vehicles, so if it hits someone else it can do more damage. it has been a pretty reliable car though for the most part, but sometimes I have had issues in it where I have felt like I was stalling out of an airplane having to restart it.
Another insurance company that I used to have when my mother and I lived together tried to get a hold of me to offer me a job, but I think they were out in West Lake, Texas by Southlake somewhere, and I thought I am not sure about that- while we can always use extra money, we cannot spilt our time through extra commitments depending on a schedule, and I have learned when you are working for more than one job for other people, you have to be careful about no compete clauses in your contract. I once got fired from working at a grocery store because I had two jobs at different grocery chains, I was a member of a labor union and I worked as a stocker during the daytime and a night time cashier at the other place, and so I thought since the positions were different positions they wouldn't matter if they were different stores, it was Kroger and Tom Thumb, but apparently it did matter because they were competing chains, but I was 17, I just wanted to work while I was going to school, I wasn't thinking that if they were both different grocery stores I was going to be breaking any trade secret laws, I mean give me a break, what am I going to tell someone at a different chain about how you put up items on a shelve versus being a cashier overnight? I am a low level paid worker, no body is going to care about my opinion, and I really believed as long as they weren't the same positions, it wouldn't be competing- I can't live one job over the other, they are different workers positions, I am learning different skills sets, either way I was fired and let go and had to move on- but I think about that.
I finally also got to see Ohio where Kroger is from a little bit on my way up here to the northeast. Cincinnati is a beautiful city. Somewhere between the Airforce museum in Ohio and West Virginia, my dog got hurt and had a punctured wound, and I was half away applying pads and pressure and veterinarians were on the phone with me as well as their veterinarian medical board people, getting me to calm down and not apply knowledge from "Stop the Bleed" campaign when I had Mister (MR.) Dallas, on my arm packing wounds and Squire Maguire next to me using a tourniquet- when there is no gushing blood, you do not apply pressure and cover up the wound that is punctured in a dog. She ended up biting my face when I wouldn't listen when I was awake, but she has healed somewhat now and Washington Ave Animal Hospital in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania did an amazing job with my emergency loan I took out for her, and the Pittsburgh PA clinics that took her in to wait to see a doctor and got her a cone that she tore up but was longer to prevent her from licking her wound Pittsburgh Veterinary Specialty & Emergency Center Thank you!
& also thanks to all the VCA and other clinics and hospitals along the way that gave me temp advice until we could make it to get her in to a professional, as well as Noah's Ark Pet Hospital in Amarillo Texas where I have a brilliant relative through Ellen Kyle and Doc Pearson and his wife, who convinced me to let a vet see her instead of me panicking trying to learn how to do it myself on the streets if I couldn't afford it, where I was looking through UTSA.edu's advice on how they do with Animals.
I also wrote her a children's book while I was in Connecticut, and finishing it up in these other states around here.
Be back to finish article in a moment! It is lunch time.