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Well, hell.
Went to visit the parents this weekend, to start getting training for the new job, discuss options, and to measure for the space the business will need vs. what I have available. (Tangentally--boy mine? Dad apparently approves. Go figure.)
I could fit the business into the dining and living rooms with file storage upstairs. But it wouldn't be slotting or arranging nearly so much as shoehorning. And whoever help me if the cat goes skating across a desk like my mother keeps. (Radish? You're getting MYOB training from me or from dad, or through experimentation with the system documentation. Mom is waaay too scattered to mesh with you.)
Of course I realise this right after we've finally got the Damn Bookshelves* up and solid, and the library unpacked.
Apparently September is the Month of Changes, this year.
*: inherited from my parents. They're heavy, unwieldy, but mostly far too large to fit through the door so had to be disassembled through both brad nails and glue before actually being installed.
Went to visit the parents this weekend, to start getting training for the new job, discuss options, and to measure for the space the business will need vs. what I have available. (Tangentally--boy mine? Dad apparently approves. Go figure.)
I could fit the business into the dining and living rooms with file storage upstairs. But it wouldn't be slotting or arranging nearly so much as shoehorning. And whoever help me if the cat goes skating across a desk like my mother keeps. (Radish? You're getting MYOB training from me or from dad, or through experimentation with the system documentation. Mom is waaay too scattered to mesh with you.)
Of course I realise this right after we've finally got the Damn Bookshelves* up and solid, and the library unpacked.
Apparently September is the Month of Changes, this year.
*: inherited from my parents. They're heavy, unwieldy, but mostly far too large to fit through the door so had to be disassembled through both brad nails and glue before actually being installed.