Me. Business owner. Almost.

As of about 11am this morning, I’m officially in debt to the tune of a kabillion dollars.  I have it sitting in my new business checking account that I opened today.  I never sweat so much signing papers than I did today.  Or maybe it was just a normal hot flash.

 Tomorrow we do final inventory, which will take all day, and most of my kabillion dollars will go to Kathy with a few grand to spare on Thursday.  The few grand to spare is called start-up cash.  I call it money to use to pay the bills I for stuff I already bought for the store.

 Wednesday night my accountant/friend comes in at 5:30 to close K.’s books and open mine.  Also the guy with my credit card machine comes in at 5:30 to set that up.  Then my accountant/friend and I will spend forever trying to figure out the bookkeeping system that K. used.  We know the bookkeeping system, we just don’t understand a lot of her methods.  My friend and first employee M. will be there to witness the fun.

 Then M. and I will break champagne over our heads in celebration.  If my accountant/friend and/or the credit card machine guy are still there they can join our fun.  I may even invite the pizza guy from down the way!  (As long as he brings some crazy bread.)

 Thursday, it will be ‘business as usual’.  I will be the calm, cool and collect savvy business owner I have imagined for the past year.  Then I’ll mess up a sale on the cash register and my brain function will cease to exist.  M., my right hand person, or should I say ‘business partner without the bucks’ will be there all day too, and she’s going to bail me out of my meltdowns all day long.

 After close of business, where I fully expect to have made the kabillion dollars back that I just paid K., more fun begins (Madness Part 1).  Out comes the pricing gun with the RED stickers.  Red means SALE.  We will then uncover, dig out, and resurrect about 60% of the gifty items that K. liked to sell and that I don’t want to sell.  People did buy them, but looking over the business paperwork I decided that the future is in our food products, not so much the gifts. 

 Prices will be slashed, I tell you!  And the ad in the paper will bring the people to the store in droves on Friday morning!  Balloons will be blowing in the wind, the clowns will entertain (oh, oops, forgot to hire some clowns), and everyone driving down the street will screech to a halt to see what they are missing.  (They would have loved to see the champagne-breaking-over-the-head festivities too, I’d imagine)

 This will continue through Saturday and Sunday till about 2:00. 

 Then Madness Part 2 will begin.  My daughter and her friend are coming home for 3 days from college so I can put them to work like slaves!  And both sons will be home but only one needs the money so much that he is willing to carry heavy things for me while we rearrange the store for 2 days, so I only get one of them.   Son #2 will be so jealous he is missing out of the fun!  No champagne for him! 

That’s all of the beans I can spill for now.  Until next time,

Have a Cherry Day!

Oh, here is a picture.. because blogs are boring without pictures.