Here Be Dragons

2009-05-13

Well, the shop finally has workman’s comp insurance and a new building insurance that is half the price. We’re going to lease the building that my Father used to live in and I’m coming up to speed on filling out 941’s and WR-1’s forms,, proformas and quotes, invoices and shipping. I was definitely not born to be a bookkeeper.

Although, for a failing company, I just put out a ticket for a 25K shipment and another for 19K. We have another new machine within a couple weeks for about 9K. I think his former bookkeeper sometimes sabotaged him. It took a lot of money to straighten out the mess we found but it should be smoother sailing from now on.

I forgot how hellish it is to work and do your social duties, like keeping a home, and keeping a meeting with a friend. I have simultaneously told my friend that I would pre-walk a walkathon path, looking to mark the half way mark and told my father that I would bring him home tomorrow and do his wash. I’m double booking myself all the time and time off for a doctor’s appointment? Fugedaboudit.

For three years I’ve been able to do all the things for people that they couldn’t do easily because they worked. I’ve enjoyed it. I enjoy this new challenge too but I resent the lack of any free time to do “stuff”. Like wedding invitation orders, labeling, collecting addresses, mailing them, buying a runner, choosing colors, flowers, cake, center pieces, banners, creating a “set” to be married in, going for a dental cleaning, the cancer doctor, getting MRI’s and ultrasounds, attending school plays and friend’s weddings, doing my father’s errands, moving and wash. I’m perpetually in a state of anxiety.

I miss a good nap or babysitting the grandkids in my daughter’s pool.

Hey! Someone had to do it!
I'm not getting too much sympathy. Am I?

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