May 7th, 2014
My
contractor came back from being away and is already too swamped for me. Bloody hell.
He’s the best. I’ve put feelers
out there and even asked the teacher of a vocational college if he has any
names. Now I wait for the lad to call me
back and the waiting is killing me. I
attended a book club and when there was a lull, I asked for opinions on my
romance package. They loved it and said
it was grossly undervalued and I should raise the price but not before they
used it first. Already, I’ve sold two, a
possible snowbird house sitting and a few family overflow promises.
I was
supposed to go to Toronto to stay at an Air B&B to check it out and ask so
many questions. While at the Civic, I scoped out a number of places to
advertise with the social work department and communications.
I did
finally get on the course but once there I found out that few people on the
course had done any impact on their jobs.
Me, I went home and started to prepare my home; you know, doing the kind
of work that most people do before they sell their homes, and it has been
brutal. I’ve been cleaning, de-cluttering,
painting, pulling weeds, shopping, decorating, and let’s be serious, not
sleeping much. I’ve developed a twitch,
I blink constantly, and fall asleep standing up often. My eyes are permanent slits, so much so that
I look evil or of the living dead. Keep
your children away from me while I am planning this business if you don’t want
them to run away screaming from the scary lady.
Three weeks
of intensive business study and today we are doing bookkeeping and yesterday
was taxes. OMG someone kill me.
I survived
the finance classes and the taxes and learned that I have to know NOTHING but
find a good accountant and I do not need to register my business or account for
GST. I’m not fooled by the promises of
the latter. If I’m wildly successful, I
will have to start from day one keeping track so I’m keeping track now.
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