It serves me right for complaining about playing nurse to Ava. I've been sick as a dog for the last week. No wonder she was clingy. I'd like to crawl up in somebody's lap and go to sleep right now.
But there's no rest for the weary, and no sick-days for the self-employed. I had a full day today.
My customs broker called early this morning to let me know that the last shipment I've been waiting for is here, but it's being held up at customs for an inspection. He said there's no problem with it, it's just a routine inspection. That's OK, it means less time that I have to keep the stuff in my house before I can move it to the store.
Then I had an appointment to sign the lease on my retail space today. I move in April 1st. It's a 12x12 foot space in a local "indoor-flea-market", Festival Marketplace. There are 800+ vendors in there, so it gets a lot of traffic. Even with all of those vendors, there aren't any that I saw selling the same merchandise as I am, so that's good.
I met with the credit-card processing representative, to pick up paperwork and find out everything that she will need from me.
I paid some bills, worked on my books, and spent a little bit of time fixing up my website.
Now I have a million and one things to do in the next week. Occupational licenses, liability insurance, credit-card processing set-up, work on my build-out, plan my grand-opening, finish my website, figure out how to work my new cash register (they've gotten pretty fancy since the last time I used one), and on and on.
I'm excited and scared at the same time. Now that I'm down to the wire, I sure hope I sell something! And I hope that when I wake up tomorrow, I'm not sick anymore. I don't know how I will do all this running around with my head pounding the way it is, but I'll just have to manage. I should be thankful that I'm sick now, and not later when I'll be face-to-face with my customers, right?
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