Itís not exactly turmoil and chaos around here, but there is a lot of excitement. The Boss is getting all moved in to his new kennel surroundings. Theyíve put a temporary travel trailer on the site where he can live and work until his new office is built. We donít take over officially until Monday, but itís already a busy little beehive.
Iím not there. Itís a hundred miles away from where I sit and work. I would like to visit some day and see what the commotion is all about, just check in on a business that Iím now part owner of. I donít feel like a business owner, not at all, and maybe the distance and not having seen the place has something to do with it.
Tim and the Boss are doing their best to make sure I feel part of the operation. Iíll have to give them credit for welcoming me. They put up all the money, after all. All Iíve given up is eighteen years of tears and sweat, and an occasional weekend of overtime. (But never more than three or four weekends a month, so Iím okay with it.)
Yes, Iíve complained about them in the past. And Iíll complain again, the next time they do something that I donít like. Itíll happen, because I know them. I know I donít like the way they treat people they consider beneath them. There are four kennel employees weíve inherited from the previous owners, and Iíve made a bet with myself about how long theyíll stay (and whether theyíll quite or be fired).
Meanwhile, Iím still trying to get the Company, the one Iíve been running (he said modestly) for the last eighteen years, to the end of the month and the end of the quarter. I spent today on state sales tax returns, which means all the bills I usually pay on Thursday that got pushed back by my trip to the wine country didnít get paid on Friday and will have to be handled over the weekend. But whatís one more weekend, when Iím a business owner?