A few weeks ago, a marketing enterprise reached out to me. I agreed to a phone interview. They were promising getting Lucky Penny more visible, and linking my product to a celebrity, re-working my web presence, etc. All for the minimum of $3000/mo. If I was successful enough to blow that amount on their services, I wouldn't really need them. The irony.
I left my first (one star) Yelp review today. Having terrible experiences with owner occupied properties, I thought I might do better with a property management company, and all of their buildings in my neighborhood look nice, and the rents appear reasonable. The apartment hunt goes on. In four years, it has turned into a real racket. Pet rent, for one. I looked at an apartment yesterday that I didn't have a chance of renting. I was the meat puppet to make the other party think that they had to rush to a decision. I declined another opportunity to do the same today. When I told the rental agent that I didn't want to fall into an endless loop of looking at apartments that essentially were not available, her attitude was flippant. Take it or leave it. So I left it. Is there no integrity left?
I hated the foam case I purchased for my MacBook, so I created a knit/crocheted one. I have to do another, as this one turned out a little too big.