Friday, Aug. 20, 2004 - 2:25 p.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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Decisions Decisions Decisions like Crows on my Shoulders
Some days it is just pleasant to get up and go about your day.
Like yesterday. It was lovely and sunny, but not hot. There were checks from two editors in the mailbox. There were no bills.
And then there are days like today... I woke up to the doorbell ringing. It was the guy from the third floor, telling me he is moving out Sept 1. And he wants to rent his apartment out... ie find somebody and get me to approve them... OR I can keep it empty and I can try to use it for a kid's art school.
But of course that would mean months of financial drain, since if I was going to open a children's art school on the 1st of September, I shouldve been fixing up the place in May, putting together a business plan etc, making a logo and a list of courses etc, in June, to be put in front of the public in July so people could be signing up all July and August. And opent the doors in Sept.
Now the earliest I could probably start things is for January, which would mean a revenue loss of 1800$ in the next three months, NOT counting renovation, materials etc etc.
AND if I wanted to ask the guy on the second floor (where I'd RATHER have the art school, since it is an apartment without a renovated bathroom and thus rents for less)... if he wants to move to the third floor, well, damn, he has just left for 2 weeks vacation. ACK.
So I have to make all these big decisions suddenly as I am standing there with my dirty hair, bare feet and housecoat... or at least they are descending down upon me like a swarm of crows....
And here I was feeling all happy and relaxed about deciding to get my dad to come, and get THAT decision off my shoulders.
On the OTHER hand, perhaps if I decide to go for the art school thing, now is the time, SINCE my dad will come and I can get him to help me fix it up... Maybe I could have classes going by November 1??
Too many hands.
And then I opened the mailbox, and the FEDERAL government wants me to pay them 1800$ for Sept 15, and $1800 for Dec 15th (on top of the $3400 for each of those dates that the provincial govt wants) for prepayment of income taxes for 2004. Did I mention yet (yup) that I still owe $3000-4000 on my 2003 taxes? oh yeah, I think I should be rushing headlong into new business ventures. haha.
Anyways, what a morning. Now I've gotta finish my cereal and walk doggies since the computer guy is coming in an hour.
me, da wench.
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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