Ahhhh… the fun of going back and cleaning up the wreckage left by the former partner. I am sure many Entrepreneurs can and do empathize with this one. I was listening to a podcast the other day and a very successful female entrepreneur was speaking about her former partner. A Cautionary Tale…. See, her business had grown to be an unmanageable size for her to run on her own, or so she thought. She hired a partner for 50% of…
You might wonder what dabbling in sobriety has to do with the entrepreneurial rollercoaster, or maybe it is self-evident. Anyone who knows me knows that I am the last person to run away from a good time. I fucking love a party, wine tasting, dancing at a dive bar (or anywhere really). By the way, the more I imbibe, the more fantastic I become. Seriously, Dancing with the Stars talent here. There is no way, however, that I could continue…
In today’s episode…. In today’s episode of “As the Entrepreneurship Turns,” our villain, the dastardly Dick Face (referred to as DF from here on out) has, in an effort to oust the mighty CEO and take over his company, gone on a mission of great sabotage and slander. Luckily, our CEO is loved and respected by his business associates who warned him of the treachery and he was able to thwart off the actions of DF. DF’s attempt at isolating…
Ugh.. just so. Fucking. Tired. This is the shit I swore I would write about, and I’m sure this is one of the parts of the entrepreneurial ride that the successful leave out of or brush over casually in their stories. Well, here we are, as promised. From the depths of hell. In the past weeks, Dick Face was finally let go, which, of course set the wheels of law suits turning. Let the games begin! As the attorneys go…
The Public in General…. This post is not specific to the entrepreneurship experience per se, but to anyone who has ever dealt with the general public in the service industry, or really any industry for that matter. As part of the three jobs I have had to maintain this past year, dealing with the general public is a daily occurrence. An almost unrealistic level of patience must be maintained. I mean, to the point where one must leave their body…
I love the f-bomb. I use it as an adjective, verb, and noun. I grew up in a pretty strict Catholic household. I never once heard my parents use such vulgar profanity. In fact, my Dad heard me use it once while on the phone with my friend in high school and threatened to ground me for a month. So maybe, subconsciously, I feel some sort of teenage rebellion while freely throwing the obscenity about. Does my sailor- mouth make…
Dehydration, Icees, Miranda Lambert, and a Cookie the size of my head. As the Burly Mountain men jog off with their 70 pound packs, Ryan and I turned our attention to the summit. We were not too far off and the trail from here on was challenging, but I could tackle it without a barrage of four letter words escaping my mouth with every step. Eventually, we made it to the peak and were rewarded by one hell of a…
The Trip….. Part of the “fun” of being married to an entrepreneur is that until the company is successful, you never really know if you are going to get paid each month. “Will this be the month? ” you will ask yourself. And then hold your breath… Vacations, as a result, are non-existent. So, when a business convention in Vegas came up, I jumped on it! I did not care that it was July. In the desert. It was a…
Say Cheese! One of the perks (word used loosely here) in the life of the wife on an entrepreneur is at any moment, you will be asked (rhetorically of course), if you would please “try this.” Now, it will depend on the type of product your partner’s business is manufacturing as to specifically what “try this” will entail. For me, it means to put on an item to see how it fits or sit for an unknown period of time…
The Offending Turd… It’s interesting how something as mundane and annoying as Hags (short for Haggard), our yorkie, shitting on the carpet can set into motion a sequence of events that actually leave me feeling lighter and, in fact, more energetic. I was fucking exhausted. I had worked 13 hours on my feet the day before and had 10 minutes before heading back to the restaurant. All I wanted was to sit for 10 freaking minutes. That’s all. So when…