It's not that I forget this thing exists, but...
...I just can't remember my head from my ass right now.
Nearing the time I up and quit my job, I had an offer to purchase a bar down the road from the place I was working at at the time. I immediately jumped at the offer, spoke to my relative responsible for my financial situation and she agreed to disolve one of my monetary cd's so I could purchase the business and all seemed fine. On the day of my birthday she called me to wish me a happy birthday and the conversation went as follows:
"Happy Birthday Lyn, how have things been?"
-Wonderful, just trying to get things pulled together for the bar.
"Oh really, you found the money for it?"
-Excuse me?
"Well, I've decided it's too much of a risk so I'm going against my previous decision to desolve the CD for you."
*click*
Needless to say I spent most of my birthday having an anxiety attack because I'd quit my job in order to deal with the necessary grief in opening a business and had already been replaced at the other bar. And as most people know, finding a job right now is almost impossible. [ Oh yeah, and did I mention the woman who was wanting to put in as a co-owner (even though I'd have been the financial backer) failed to mention she was in the process of filing for bankruptcy and under Louisiana law, personal business is associated with person income therefore if I hadn't found this out, I would have had to buy the percentage of stock she owned, that I paid for, back from the IRS. Now she's bashing me to anyone that will listen because I hurt her feelings. The nerve of some people.] In some blessing from a higher power, my mother calls me while I'm hyperventilating to tell me her boss gave her an unexpected bonus of a large proportion and (God I love my mother) she decided to give me a loan, allowing me to pay her back from future business profit.
So...
In less than 24 hours I'll officially own my own business. It's taken a little over two months trying to get all of the paperwork and proper licensing in order, and I'm still have a few things to do, but I'm finally nearing the finish line. (Or starting line, depending on how you look at it.) Most everyone I've had to deal with so far has been rather helpful. The gaming company that takes care of all of my pool tables, jukebox, video games and video poker has been a god-send as far as helping me renew not only my gaming license but the liquor license as well. They've helped me set up all legal paperwork for tax purposes and even typed up drafts for the stock purchase agreements and bill of sale. They also happen to be my landlord so I'm guessing it's safe to assume they'd like me to succeed as much as I'd like to.
Unfortunately as I've travelled down this uncertain road, I've come across a few hitches cleverly disquised as government employees. As it stands right now I can't get a corporate bank account because I don't have a Certificate of Occupancy. I can't get one of those until I can get the Police Department to come out and inspect whatever it is they inspect and I can't get that until the Sanitation Department comes out and makes sure everything is up to health code.
Now supposedly this shouldn't be an issue because I'm purchasing the corporation and all of these licenses are already up to date but because I'm a new owner of said corporation, I'm getting stuck in a really confusing loop. Apparently an issue that's been looked over by the health department for six years under the previous owner is suddenly delaying my opening (because I'm new) all over the fact there isn't a vent in one of the bathrooms that should run to the outside of the building. So of course I start calling all of the persons responsible for doing these inspections and it took me three days of waiting on returned calls that were never returned for the secretary to tell me I needed to fill out a packet that she could have faxed to me before I can get an inspection date. Our tax dollars at work, ladies and gentlemen. After I hung up the phone, my frustration overruled my actions and I broke my home phone in the process of throwing it against the wall. At least I managed to get everything straightened out and faxed in before doing major communication damage.
My roommate, who has managed several bars before, has suddenly gone MIA and I can't reach her. She'd promised to help me run errands and make sure I was getting things turned in in proper order and I haven't spoken to or seen her in almost a week as of now. There's another woman who's been all but begging me to hire her on and I'm so irriated right now I'm a fraction of an inch awhile from hiring her as a replacement for my roommate right now. At least this woman, whom I trust completely, is showing me she's truly got the drive to do what she's needed to do. Try as I might, I can't seem to be two places at once and the offer of her assistance is majorly tempting at the moment.
Today I finally buckled under the stress and bawled my eyes out on the phone to the lady who handles my car insurance because due to all of the errands I've been running trying to get this form turned into that place and that form turned into this place, I completely forgot to renew my car insurance and it got cancelled. It took her ten minutes to sucessfully understand the number to the credit card I was trying to give her so she could make payment and apparently she felt so sorry for me, she called the DMV and asked them to wave the fine I would have received for lapse in insurance due to a lose of payment in the mail.
Even though everything got settled, I guess that was just the straw that broke the camel. I cried from the time I got off the phone until Gabe got home from work. I cried for the duration of two NCIS episodes. I continued to cry until my mother came over to notarize a few things; and through the beer we both desperately needed. I don't think it was until 10:30 while religiously watching Ghost Hunters that I laughed when Grant got the shit scared out of him in an asylum.
Too bad I don't have time for a vacation.
-L
Nearing the time I up and quit my job, I had an offer to purchase a bar down the road from the place I was working at at the time. I immediately jumped at the offer, spoke to my relative responsible for my financial situation and she agreed to disolve one of my monetary cd's so I could purchase the business and all seemed fine. On the day of my birthday she called me to wish me a happy birthday and the conversation went as follows:
"Happy Birthday Lyn, how have things been?"
-Wonderful, just trying to get things pulled together for the bar.
"Oh really, you found the money for it?"
-Excuse me?
"Well, I've decided it's too much of a risk so I'm going against my previous decision to desolve the CD for you."
*click*
Needless to say I spent most of my birthday having an anxiety attack because I'd quit my job in order to deal with the necessary grief in opening a business and had already been replaced at the other bar. And as most people know, finding a job right now is almost impossible. [ Oh yeah, and did I mention the woman who was wanting to put in as a co-owner (even though I'd have been the financial backer) failed to mention she was in the process of filing for bankruptcy and under Louisiana law, personal business is associated with person income therefore if I hadn't found this out, I would have had to buy the percentage of stock she owned, that I paid for, back from the IRS. Now she's bashing me to anyone that will listen because I hurt her feelings. The nerve of some people.] In some blessing from a higher power, my mother calls me while I'm hyperventilating to tell me her boss gave her an unexpected bonus of a large proportion and (God I love my mother) she decided to give me a loan, allowing me to pay her back from future business profit.
So...
In less than 24 hours I'll officially own my own business. It's taken a little over two months trying to get all of the paperwork and proper licensing in order, and I'm still have a few things to do, but I'm finally nearing the finish line. (Or starting line, depending on how you look at it.) Most everyone I've had to deal with so far has been rather helpful. The gaming company that takes care of all of my pool tables, jukebox, video games and video poker has been a god-send as far as helping me renew not only my gaming license but the liquor license as well. They've helped me set up all legal paperwork for tax purposes and even typed up drafts for the stock purchase agreements and bill of sale. They also happen to be my landlord so I'm guessing it's safe to assume they'd like me to succeed as much as I'd like to.
Unfortunately as I've travelled down this uncertain road, I've come across a few hitches cleverly disquised as government employees. As it stands right now I can't get a corporate bank account because I don't have a Certificate of Occupancy. I can't get one of those until I can get the Police Department to come out and inspect whatever it is they inspect and I can't get that until the Sanitation Department comes out and makes sure everything is up to health code.
Now supposedly this shouldn't be an issue because I'm purchasing the corporation and all of these licenses are already up to date but because I'm a new owner of said corporation, I'm getting stuck in a really confusing loop. Apparently an issue that's been looked over by the health department for six years under the previous owner is suddenly delaying my opening (because I'm new) all over the fact there isn't a vent in one of the bathrooms that should run to the outside of the building. So of course I start calling all of the persons responsible for doing these inspections and it took me three days of waiting on returned calls that were never returned for the secretary to tell me I needed to fill out a packet that she could have faxed to me before I can get an inspection date. Our tax dollars at work, ladies and gentlemen. After I hung up the phone, my frustration overruled my actions and I broke my home phone in the process of throwing it against the wall. At least I managed to get everything straightened out and faxed in before doing major communication damage.
My roommate, who has managed several bars before, has suddenly gone MIA and I can't reach her. She'd promised to help me run errands and make sure I was getting things turned in in proper order and I haven't spoken to or seen her in almost a week as of now. There's another woman who's been all but begging me to hire her on and I'm so irriated right now I'm a fraction of an inch awhile from hiring her as a replacement for my roommate right now. At least this woman, whom I trust completely, is showing me she's truly got the drive to do what she's needed to do. Try as I might, I can't seem to be two places at once and the offer of her assistance is majorly tempting at the moment.
Today I finally buckled under the stress and bawled my eyes out on the phone to the lady who handles my car insurance because due to all of the errands I've been running trying to get this form turned into that place and that form turned into this place, I completely forgot to renew my car insurance and it got cancelled. It took her ten minutes to sucessfully understand the number to the credit card I was trying to give her so she could make payment and apparently she felt so sorry for me, she called the DMV and asked them to wave the fine I would have received for lapse in insurance due to a lose of payment in the mail.
Even though everything got settled, I guess that was just the straw that broke the camel. I cried from the time I got off the phone until Gabe got home from work. I cried for the duration of two NCIS episodes. I continued to cry until my mother came over to notarize a few things; and through the beer we both desperately needed. I don't think it was until 10:30 while religiously watching Ghost Hunters that I laughed when Grant got the shit scared out of him in an asylum.
Too bad I don't have time for a vacation.
-L