Bring on the nerves
almost 5 pm on tuesday, march 2. its tuesday. i have suits, well alaina has them. the seamstress was waiting for the check to arrive before she sent them. huh??? didnt she catch the whole RUSH thing? Anyway, thank god alaina followed up with her, got them overnighted, and away they will go to Caroles cousin tomorrow for delivery on friday, which is the very last possible day for her to receive them. Ugh, bonnie the seamstress…but alas, alaina kept the wheel on the wagon, while i dealt with the box wheel.
ah, the great box debacle. With one month notice, i was assured my boxes would be done. I phoned the guy, who i was giving a third chance to, two weeks in, and he told me he was going to get in touch with his worker and make sure they were getting done. never heard from that box guy again (again).
the thing about this process i’m going through with building these businesses that i actually love is the learning. I love learning again. I love that i CAN learn again, and i love that i can HANDLE stuff again. I love that i’m back to being as competent as i used to be….back when i was that other person…with an office and a car. As competent, but not the same, and thats good.
What i relearned with the box guy is one of the most basic HR lessons i learned when i was cutting my teeth on the employee handbook of corporate life. There are “ass biters” in this world. These are the people that as a manager or supervisor you would give them “just one more chance” because you genuinely thought the person was a good person. When you find yourself with teeth marks on your ass, the only question in your mind should be “how many marks” because the fact that it happened at all is your own damn fault for giving them a chance when you really knew you shouldnt. But you just, wanted to be nice to someone.
Box Man bit my ass pretty hard. And the lesson to be learned is one that i am learning in this current growth spurt, and through its complimentary pains.
The first incantation of LCB was my debut, so to speak, and while i really had hoped to work with the “little guy” on a lot of things, had hoped to find people that would grow with me. I hoped to take some guy (have had 7 attempts at finding someone) to truly help them build a small business with me. Its a shame. I pay a good penny for those boxes, and someone would eventually have a nice basic living wage just off them. Sadly, i cant find anyone who is able to do it. Granielles might just have to pull me outta this one. Didnt have a great experience at ALL with them when i first moved here, and i had hoped to avoid them altogether. I’ve been told that the store is much worse than the cabinet shop. They truly were a pleasure as i got pieces of wood cut today for box man number 7 to try to salvage from what boxman number 6 had started. havent been able to get a hold of boxman 7 all day, drove by his house he’s not home. so, boxman 8 will have to be granielles, and they are going to have to make, stain, vanish and DRY 10 boxes in 4 days. Its possible, but its gonna cost me. UGH!
Poor Aida received the wrong fabric from chetumal, so it had to go back. she got me some LCB wrap pants though! So tonight, i will begin sewing the first of the OFFICIAL LCB WEAR!!!!!!!!!! YAY!
did i mention its tuesday?
Its been a slogging through this weekend, with my friend Barry Bowens’ passing. It sorta derailed me a bit as well, but i’m very grateful to be in a place that even with all the stressors of going away for a week (dog, cat, travel) and two businesses launching simultaneously, and a plane crash death of a true friend (i have a lousy track record with pilots in my life). I am proud to say that i’m holding it together, i’m gettin’ ‘er done, and i’m gonna somehow pull yet another rabbit outta my ass. its what i do 
i’m maintaining my balance despite the chaos. its very exciting
