It’s my “day off”.
Here’s the thing about a “day off” as a business owner – it’s bullshit.
That’s not quite true. During our slow time (I almost put quotation marks around that and then thought, WTF, it IS our slow time. Nothing coy or ironic or quotation marky about it), days off could almost truly be days off. Granted, I felt compelled to hike/snowshoe/expedition somewhere worthy of business social media, but at least I was outside getting some exercise. And in our slow time we can (mostly) afford two days off. Like normal, regular, sane people with normal, regular sane jobs. Which meant one day to get chores done and one day to actually relax and have “off”.
But now is not our slow time. And we can’t really take two days off. And a day off is slowly, but surely, becoming bullshit.
By the end of this week, we’ll be living in a half renovated apartment above our business.
Shall we discuss the fact that an apartment renovation was not on my radar for projects this summer? Nah. There’s no point. Radar or not, we needed a place to live while our “real” house is being renovated and upstairs from the business made the most sense.
I might not have thought that if I’d ever been upstairs from the business prior to agreeing we’d renovate it.
It needs EVERYTHING. New walls. New flooring. New kitchen. New bathroom.
I knew 2018 was going to be a challenge for me. I signed up for A LOT of change (FYI – I don’t own a condo in FL anymore). The condo. The cabin (basement, new well, new roof, new driveway finally happening! Can’t live here for three months!) The job (FYI – I don’t have another job anymore. As of January, I work solely for our business. Let’s here it for unpredictable cash flow!)
Let’s be honest. No one likes change. But my last name since 2004 has been In Progress. If that doesn’t suggest a predilection to uprooting the status quo, I’m not sure what does.
So. I’m here. I’m persevering. (Which is much different than preserving which I don’t think will get done this year). I’m if not rolling, at least not lying down in chains to stop, the punches.
As it is my “day off”, I’ve treated myself to a drink or two. We’re moving at the end of this week you see. One less vodka bottle to pack.
Historically, quotation mark days off and drinking lead to an over pouring of feelings via Facebook. Particularly of the moral/political persuasion. Pretty much lately I feel the only time I have time to consider the world beyond how I am going to keep my business open and pie in my pie hole is when I am tipsy. Tipsy Jessica = Social Justice Jessica. It’s not right, it’s not pretty, but it’s the truth.
But if one crowns oneself “In Progress”, one must learn a thing or two from history. For example, to not refer to oneself in such a pompous manner.
So I will not take to the Book of Faces. I have learned a lesson. (Not so sure it is “my” lessons so much as fucking common sense – give up status updates the minute libations cross ones lips. Damn. Did it again.)
Instead I shall post here. And purchase this sign.
I can’t wait to put it up in the shop and tell people it supports Wisconsin Alliance for Women’s Health.
Let’s raise a glass. To more bullshit day’s off. More vodka. More renovation. More progress.