Woohoo! My ABN has been re-registered (after a 6 week application process and short lecture from ATO agent Angela). The first good news Ive had in two days.
The Receptionist at an unnamed outback organisation has reminded me how dumb I am that I don't know what I don't know about an organisation I have never done business with. Welcome to the region, to you too.
A printer has misunderstood my order and there's been a 2 week delay for business cards. A simple application for a tender has me running and looking under cushions for this detail and that detail.
I've had unsolicited 'feedback' from an ex marketing consultant, now public servant ( "my wife loves the regular paycheck") about how my (first ever) newsletter design could improve with all the spare cash I have been rolling around in during all my spare time.
I think someone pissed in my recycling bin overnight and I had the glamourous task of washing it out.
I've been sent in circles to get my details on a list of consultants on the DTED website, and a wiser version of me that doesn't put up a fight says, "Two years. Give it two years and you'll be on that list." So I give up on that one.
I call an old colleague in town who used to be in business now works for government and tell him about my new move. He inhales sharply before saying "Wow. Um.....wow. Good luck with that. You know there's downsides and upsides working for government, as much as it shits me...." and trails off. The last drop of optimism dribbles out of my cup sizzles away on the floor.
My mobile phone is buring my ear. I'm in deperate need of chocolate, a lotto ticket, a belly laugh, some variation in market forces and a game of squash.
I'm thinking about going outside and rolling around in 3 corner jacks in the midday sun, just to to take the edge off.
Welcome to small business. Where we test your sanity at every turn.
The Receptionist at an unnamed outback organisation has reminded me how dumb I am that I don't know what I don't know about an organisation I have never done business with. Welcome to the region, to you too.
A printer has misunderstood my order and there's been a 2 week delay for business cards. A simple application for a tender has me running and looking under cushions for this detail and that detail.
I've had unsolicited 'feedback' from an ex marketing consultant, now public servant ( "my wife loves the regular paycheck") about how my (first ever) newsletter design could improve with all the spare cash I have been rolling around in during all my spare time.
I think someone pissed in my recycling bin overnight and I had the glamourous task of washing it out.
I've been sent in circles to get my details on a list of consultants on the DTED website, and a wiser version of me that doesn't put up a fight says, "Two years. Give it two years and you'll be on that list." So I give up on that one.
I call an old colleague in town who used to be in business now works for government and tell him about my new move. He inhales sharply before saying "Wow. Um.....wow. Good luck with that. You know there's downsides and upsides working for government, as much as it shits me...." and trails off. The last drop of optimism dribbles out of my cup sizzles away on the floor.
My mobile phone is buring my ear. I'm in deperate need of chocolate, a lotto ticket, a belly laugh, some variation in market forces and a game of squash.
I'm thinking about going outside and rolling around in 3 corner jacks in the midday sun, just to to take the edge off.
Welcome to small business. Where we test your sanity at every turn.
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