Boss Lady Rule #217 Put your money in places where they actually give a fuck about you and your money.
In the past my money was at Bank of America and a few other bigger banks and I’ll say that the only benefit is being able to walk into a bank branch in most parts of the country. With things like being able to deposit a check over your phone and banks allowing you to use other banks atms for free, I don’t even know if that perk is as large as it used to be.
Now, I bank at a few local banks where I have personal bankers, the tellers know me and my business and I have access to information, education, and support that I never knew were even possible.
I’ve profited from things that everyone should benefit from with their banks. Such as, the tellers calling me when someone comes in to cash a check to make sure that I actually wrote it (me and my horrible ass writing) or even a call /text to tell me to trans
fer funds because a big purchase went through quicker than I anticipated. Which saves me money on things like bounced check fees. (Cause who wants to deal with that shit when you actually have the money to cover it.)
I also have a banker who actually sits down with me and looks at my business, my finances, and my accounting not only to make sure that everything is correct but because it’s so much easier to qualify for products and services like lines of credit to hold you over during tough cash flow times when everything is categorized and reflecting correctly before you need them.
What does a bank get out of this? If they groom you and your business to be good with your money and your money grows, they’ll make money off of you. It’s kind of like a win win. Duh. (Yes BOA that’s some shade tossed at you.)
These are just a few ways that I have benefitted from Relationship Banking with Local Community Banks. I hope they can help you.
If you ask me how my vacation is going I will tell you AMAZING. If you follow that up with “Oh yeah, what have you guys been doing?” You will be surprised at my answer: SLEEPING, EATING, RELAXING…WHATEVER THE FUCK WE WANT.
For most people traveling to foreign countries is all about being a tourist; exploring, taking in the sites, sounds, and experiences of the regions. And, don’t get me wrong we’re doing that too, but really we’re doing WHATEVER THE FUCK WE WANT. Which is mostly to sleep, take long baths, wake up when we’re ready and watch movies. (All of which we don’t have the privilege of doing often at home.)
And because we’re (AB and myself) serial mompreneurs with two auto repair shops and a business services start up, and I’m a writer with a new book floating around the world, we’re working many hours of each day on our businesses. But there’s something about employees having to figure shit out on their own without calling, texting, or slacking you every five seconds, that makes working remotely so much more FUN and Productive.
There’s something very powerful about being reachable but unreachable at the same time. About sleeping in and still waking up 6 hours before your employees. About decreasing the screening process for potential new employees and realizing that all of the time you spend vetting people over the phone is a waste of time. That removing yourself from the process and letting the manager find out that people are either qualified or unqualified or batshit crazy once the person shows up for the interview, is a much better use of everyone’s time. Especially yours.
So far I’ve been to Amsterdam, France, and Germany and I’ve enjoyed each place tremendously while still getting shit done so YES, HELLLLLL YES to working vacations. If it weren’t for the boy, I would think twice about returning home. I lie it’s cold I need to eventually go home but I’m going to be a changed entrepreneur when I get back.
Today was a shitty fucking day. Things happened with an ex employee that I’m probably not supposed to talk about on the Internet which is a whole fucking problem in and of itself but I can say that dude was a FUCKBOI. Caps fucking locked.
For close to two months I’ve felt like he held me hostage and I tried my fucking damndest to be professional about the situation because, unlike some people who are very short sighted , I play the long game. So I played his fucking game. And he still did fuckboi shit and quit in the most unprofessional of ways. And then today he and his raggedy ass, bitch ass, raising fuckbois for fun ass mama continued to try to rain on my fucking parade.
Being the fucking Girl Boss that I am I pretty much ended the situation but every second of dealing with that shit ate at my soul. So it’s not surprising to me that when I finally sat down for the day, my anxiety slowly crept up to panic attack on the floor of my dark closet hoping that neither my wife nor my son asks me what’s wrong cause my answer would be: EVERYTHING.
But it’s not. My day was actually great. I ran the shop next to my wife while simultaneously handling business for our other business, my networking Chapter, and our home.
Really, I’m proud of Adrien because I am her and I don’t even know how the fuck she does it. Oh and while she was doing all of that shit she managed to figure out a way for Kitchen Table Literary Arts Center to convert more of their 1200 friends into fans on their Facebook page before they shut down their Yvonne Frederick page before the FUCKBOI of a Facebook shuts them down.
So why if my day was really great am I typing this while hunched under a fuzzy throw on the floor of my dark ass clothes closet? Because I let a raggedy ass FUCKBOI and his bitch ass mama get all the way up under my skin. That’s why.
Here’s a pic of me in a car making a face at Fuckbois and their bitch ass mamas.
On the real: Death to Fuckbois 🖕🏾<- *middle finger emoji*
I’m tired. Like “I’s tired bawse.” Tired
Darian is a privileged child who could easily turn into someone who suffers from affluenza. I’m working on preventing that with my entire being.
Being in business for oneself definitely requires a vagina. I know people like to brag about how big their balls are but I’ve seen enough porn to know that vaginas are the stronger of the two.
If I had the money I would totally hire a full time housekeeper and cook. Working all day, running around for Darian, running around for AB, running around for the shops, and doing everything else I do is pretty damn hard. A housekeeper and a cook would be so perfect right about now.
My grandma is in the hospital. Scared shitless doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel right now.
I really want some caramel popcorn from Garrett’s or some place equally as good. *crosses fingers and asks the Universe*
I believe in God. And the Universe. And Allah. And Buddha. And. And. And.
Speaking of Gods, Religious fanatics scare the shit out of me. Especially Christians because they’re so widely accepted that people don’t even question half of the craziness they spout.
Left Right Center and Friendsgiving are all that are right with the world.
I won’t comment on how the future president is a four year old with a wifi connection. A rich four year old with lack of self control. The type of kid who kicks his mom and calls her a bitch at McDonalds when she only lets him get two packets of BBQ sauce for his chicken nugget happy meal. The kind of four year old who calls his dad by his first name and pisses on the floor of the towel aisle of Target because he wants “a fucking toy now Brad!!” The type of kid who slaps the maid in her face when she won’t let him pour milk all over the place. Yup. That’s the future president of this company.
This Ancestors shirt is the Business.