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I’ve had success witha fruit fly hack that I want to share with y’all (which means my lamotrigine must be doing something, since I haven’t had the energy to blog about housekeeping and organizing hacks in forever).
Our kitchen has been plagued by fruit flies this year. Maybe it’s because it’s been warm and sunny. I’m certainly not gonna complain about that.
Whatever the reason, the compost bin has gotten downright gross. I couldn’t toss a peach pit away without a cloud of fruit flies erupting in my face. If I brought a bowl of cherries into the living room to nibble on while I watched TV, a swarm of the bastards would follow me.
My sister suggested the following page at the University of Kentucky’s entomology program. What you do is:
- Take a piece of paper
- Make a cone out of it such that there is a very small hole at the bottom
- Tape the cone in place
- Pour a few ounces of cider vinegar into a jar or glass
- Place the cone in the glass so the tip of the cone isn’t touching the liquid
- Wait for the fruit flies to seal their doom
Since I didn’t have cider vinegar or a bit of banana on hand, I used some cheap Trader Joe’s “balsamic” vinegar. I figured it would be sweet enough to attract the fruit flies. I also removed any fruit that was roaming freely about the kitchen and put it in the fridge so they had no alternate source of food or breeding grounds. I placed the trap on the counter above the compost bin.
The trap started working within an hour. The UK website says to “kill them or release them outdoors”. Yeah, right. There aren’t any screens on the windows in San Francisco, so if I try to give them their freedom they’ll come right back. I think I’m just going to let them drown themselves.
I learned something important during my bout with psychotic depression: Lexapro is the antichrist.
OK, maybe that’s not fair. Maybe you have ADHD and Lexapro treats you just fine. But for me, it was a complete disaster. I spent most of March and all of April sitting on the couch, staring at the wall. I’d say that it made me a zombie, except that zombies at least are motivated to eat brains. I wouldn’t have been motivated to eat anything except the damn drug made me crave carbs. As it was, making myself go to the store to buy frozen food, and then making myself put it in the microwave, was agonizingly difficult. All this while on 70 mgs of Vyvanse.
Anyway, that’s my excuse for not blogging in forever. I hope to be back soon, but in the mean time, I’ll be keeping a blog of my experiences with Lamictal (lamotrigine). It’s one of those drugs that can be great for treatment-resistant depression, as long as you titrate up slowly and avoid The Dreaded Rash. Since so many other meds have been disastrous for me, I’m keeping a diary of my moods, cognition, attention, etc, as well as any side effects I experience. It’s called The Lamictal Diaries. See you there.
 As a job searcher, I’ve joined a lot of jobs boards and employment sites. One of them recently sent an e-mail with a link to an article “The Seven Stupidest Interview Questions and What They Really Mean.”
This is just the kind of thing that tends to stump adults with ADD. It’s one of those social situations with unwritten rules, where everyone else seems to know what’s going on, and we don’t. Interviewing for a job can be like navigating a mine field for someone like me — I need to accurately parse the question, and the subtext of the question, and THEN I need to answer it without going off on a tangent.
It turns out that there are reasons why interviewers ask seemingly dumb questions. For instance, according to this article, “tell me about yourself” is often about testing your ability to interact with others (*gulp*). “What’s your greatest weakness” is not about determining what your weaknesses are, but whether you can overcome them.
So now I know why they ask all those stupid questions … but how do I answer them? Before my last interview I looked for advice in that area, and I felt like this article from the aptly-named “jobinterviewquestions.org” provided some useful advice — specific answers to 50 questions you might encounter in an interview. For example, to answer the question “what qualities do you look for in a boss”, they advise: “Be generic and positive. Safe qualities are knowledgeable, a sense of humor, fair, loyal to subordinates and holder of high standards. All bosses think they have these traits.”
Yup. That’s straight talk.
 Well, I didn’t get the job I interviewed for last week. But that means that my ADHD job search series will be all the more real! It will be an honest, up-to-the-minute look at what I’m actually doing for my actual job search! Yay!
Sigh.
Since I didn’t get the job, I’m going back to my Job Search Plan. After a few months of job search frustration, it’s occurred to me that I should follow my own advice about coping with ADHD: Get help. Ask for advice. Don’t try to go it alone. I didn’t get organized by myself — I had a clutter buddy to give me advice and support. I didn’t learn time management by myself — I worked with an ADD coach. Since I don’t know jack about finding a decent job, why the heck would I think I should rely solely on my own resources? Continue reading Organizing the ADHD Job Search: Get Help
I made myself pretty miserable over the last several weeks by applying for literally every job I could. This included a lot of jobs I didn’t really want, for companies and organizations I really don’t care about. I did this because I wanted to have money coming in, and in the past it’s been pretty easy for me to pick up retail gigs in a hurry, so I was applying for these along with jobs that were more aligned with what I actually want to do.
Well, this is one of the Worst Economies Ever, and no job is easy to pick up in a hurry. My vast retail experience doesn’t matter to the stores I’ve applied for — if I apply for a job as a stock clerk in, say, a health food store, I’ll be outdone by the applicant who has vast retail experience in the health food business. Or who has vast experience managing a health food store. Or who has vast experience running a health food company. Things are tough out there.
The only upside to this is that it’s finally forcing me to focus. If nothing else, I won’t get stuck in another retail position because I’ve stopped applying for those positions. I’m finally doing what I should have done a long time ago: I’m carefully considering what I want from a job. Continue reading Organizing the ADHD Job Search: Focus on What You Want
After spending much of June in the pit of blackest unemployment despair, I wound up with a job interview early this week. I think it went well, but the company is interviewing a few other candidates, so I just have to wait and hope that they’re not as awesome as me. But that’s not what I want to write about. I want to write about the fact that if I hadn’t followed up on my application, I never would have had the interview at all.
When I applied for this particular job, I was answering an ad on Craigslist. I followed the instructions and sent my resume and cover letter to the Craigslist-generated anonymizing email address at the top of the listing. The listing said that not everyone would receive a response. A week went by — no response.
Nonetheless, I took the precaution of sending a follow up email to the anonymizing Craigslist-generated email address. I wrote that I had applied the previous week, and wanted to confirm that my resume had been received, and reiterated my interest in the position and the company. Continue reading Organizing The ADHD Job Search: Always, Always, ALWAYS Follow Up
 It’s been almost a month since I last posted anything here. The last time I wrote anything I was preparing for a job interview, which I then proceeded to bomb so badly that even though I’d been told at the actual interview that they wouldn’t be making a decision for a few more weeks, I received a computer generated rejection notice less than 24 hours later informing me that they were going with someone else.
“Yeah … we’ve got a ton of applicants … and a few more weeks of interviews … so we don’t know who we’re going to hire yet … BUT WE KNOW IT WON’T BE YOU.”
Ouch.
Now that I’m another month into my job search, I can tell you that the automatically generated rejections have been the highlights of the whole experience. spending several hours each day for two months tweaking resumes, agonizing over cover letters, respecting the wishes of the hiring manager not to be contacted by phone (or often at all), I got some sort of response! OK, not from a human being, but still, a response! So now I know for sure I’ve been rejected! Yay! Continue reading The ADHD Job Search
About six months ago I wrote here and at AddaptAbilities about a very nasty shock I received at the dentist: a whopping SEVEN $#%^&@ING CAVITIES. Twice as many cavities as I’d had in my adult life thus far. All of them between my teeth.
The culprit, it turned out, was my Vyvanse. My dentist assured me that he’d seen this kind of thing before, due to all types of medication, and if I followed his instructions — floss EVERY night, use a prescription-strength high-fluoride toothpaste, and chew high-strength xylitol gum and mints — my teeth would be fine.
And they are! YAY!
I have to get ready for a job interview, so I won’t be writing up a full post. Instead, I have to polish my shoes. I didn’t know people still polished shoes. But mine came home from a trip all scuffed up from something else in the suitcase, and the look like crap, so polish them I shall.
I also need to re-glue my stupid pants. Yes, I said “glue”. Just before I went to Europe, I thought I’d done something incredibly clever when I bought heat-set fabric glue to hem a pair of pants. I don’t sew well enough to hem my own pants, and I’d run out of time to have them tailored. So I found this great product where you could glue your hem, iron it, and it would stand up to being washed! No sewing required!
It didn’t stand up to being washed.
And they’re the only remotely presentable pair of pants I own, so I am off to glue them again in a noble act of futility.
In the mean time, I wrote a post over at AddaptAbilities about food, proper nutrition, and how misguided it can be to feel “virtuous” about what we eat. It’s called “Sometimes, Virtue Is Stupid.”
 I haven’t been updating either of my blogs much lately. This is partly due to drama in my offline life — like one in ten Americans, I am unemployed and looking for work. I’m spending most of my time these days sending out resumes and coverletters into various black holes, where I never hear of them again.
The other reason I haven’t been around much is that the pollen count where I live is incredibly high. We had a wet winter here in CA. It’s still raining even though it’s late May; usually the rain knocks off in March or April, giving me two precious months of sunlight before the fog rolls in in June. Not so this year. As if the gloom weren’t bad enough for my energy levels, the rain is contributing to record levels of pollen.
I’m one of those people who is allergic to everything. Animals, dust, mold, grass, weeds, and trees of every description. At the moment, the trees that are kicking my ass are the non-fruiting olive trees that the City planted on the sidewalk. For some reason, olive trees tend to trigger asthma and eye-itching symptoms before congestion and runny nose (but don’t worry! I’m still getting that crap from other trees, so I’m not deprived), and there’s nothing more draining than chronic low-grade asthma.
The reason why I’m bitching about this on a blog about ADD and organizing is that it reminds me why I do this in the first place. You see, I used to feel like this all the time. I actually used to feel worse, because in addition to the asthma kicking my ass, I got several inner ear infections a year because of my allergies. I struggled to wake up in the morning and often needed naps in the afternoon. I was tired, dizzy, disoriented, and completely unable to live my life.
Getting organized ultimately changed that. Once I ditched my clutter, I had less stuff around to collect dust. Once I organized what I owned, I could contain put it in containers, and then it was easier to keep clean. Once my space was organized, I could organize my time, and set aside parts of my day to maintain my home. It happened slowly, but soon I began to breathe a little easier. Then I noticed I had more energy. After awhile, I was able to get up without hitting the snooze button several times; and then, I found I could sometimes wake up on my own. As my energy increased, so did my ability to focus. I began to take some control over my moods and my ADHD symptoms, finally getting to the point where I am actually stable. It’s a reality I never could have imagined even three short years ago.
Today is like a visit from my old life. I slept for about ten hours last night and still had to drag myself out of bed this morning. I feel dizzy and spaced out and I can’t catch my breath. I need to summon the energy to vacuum with my trusty HEPA vac, because I know I will feel better once I do, but it’s an immense struggle even to think about it.
It totally sucks. On the other hand, there is a silver lining; as miserable as I feel right now, it’s an affirmation of the immense positive changes I have been able to make. It’s also a reminder of why I keep this blog . If someone like me — someone with attention deficit disorder, depression, asthma, allergies, and chronic ear infections — could overcome these barriers to getting organized and taking control of my life, so can anyone. Start small, have faith in yourself, and big changes will be the result.
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