The process for getting my stuff certified for sale is a fuckload more complex than I was led to believe and the chemist tells me ideally I'd already have made batches of the stuff three years ago, which I couldn't because I can't afford to make products I can't sell, which I can't do without the assessment I'm trying to get from her.
The world is so full of catch 22 like that, it's always a pain. It's like the "I can't get a job because I don't have experience because..." loop.
The rules all seem aimed towards massive factories rather than small businesses. I have to wonder if the rule-makers are actively trying to screw people out of supporting themselves.
That's unfortunately pretty common. I remember when some of my farmer relatives were complaining because people in their area wanted to start a small slaughterhouse operation for local livestock farmers, and the regulations were full of things like "there has to be a dedicated bathroom for the government inspector to use if they show up" that were insignificant in a big operation but a pain in the ass for a small business.
The cycle of stup- I mean, capitalism is complete. Big businesses succeed, make the rules, follow the rules, succeed, make more and more money until there's none left for anyone else. You need to spend money to make money, but what do you do if you don't have enough to begin with?
The fact that as far as I know, there's no way to back up Tumblr content to another site one tag at a time. My Radiant Historia tag is 163 pages long, and I do not want to mirror all of that one post at a time or get half of it left out because Wordpress's mirroring filled all my storage space with cute animal pictures.
University direct deposit put my paycheck in the old bank account even though I changed the account and got a confirmation email and everything. * tears out hair * I mean, yes, I am glad to have the money but it was supposed to go into the joint account. Aaaaaaugh
medication side effects that aren't bad enough for me to need to quit the medication but still are a fucking pain in the ass that's what's been annoying me today
My lips remain ridiculously dry. This would probably not be anywhere near as much a problem if I weren't a compulsive picker.
i woke up at the sweet sweet hour of 5 fucking 45 in the morning, 45 minutes before i needed to be awake, because my dad wouldn't shut the fucking door and i got sunlight to the face.
The fact that I can't use my same financial and address information for a separate anonymous eBay account, and I don't know how to get around that.
Am I nauseous because -bumper cars for keepsies isn't any more fun than fairground bumper cars -the adrenaline rush finally wore off -l'anxieteé -I drank too much too quickly after being out in the heat for a while -lunch was less good than I thought it was? Or -some unholy combination of the above I don't know but I would kind of like to eat dinner