Okay, so it wasn’t bad…

I got what I thought was a counterfeit $100 bill a few days prior…

the $100 bill wasn’t bad and everything ran smoothly… but I’m still losing momentum as far as the store is concerned. This new idea of moving is taunting me. An adventure. Sure, the weather is horrid, they get hurricanes, ice storms and there isn’t very much to do… but… I’d have an amazing kitchen and I could start my wholesale business in style and possibly with some cash after closing this place.

I would really like to sell the store instead of just putting the last nail in the coffin, which my partner would rather do. “You should let it go out with a bang and not let it slowly die on someone else’s dime/time”.

whatever. Money is money… if someone cuts me the right check, I’m out of here.

As the years pass by, my ass has gotten huger. I keep catching glances of myself and I’m so embarrassed at the size of my body. I need to care more, do more. I feel so lazy and pig-like. As each pair of pants gets tighter, I make up more excuses. I feel like I really don’t eat that much, it’s just that I eat once or twice a day, larger meals and then I don’t move at all. The thought of breakfast disgusts me… I need to speed up this metabolism. I need to exercise more… where is that motivation?? I’m so tired after being here all day. Standing. Forever standing. I should be drinking more water but the lack of potty breaks keeps me from doing so. The rewarding and elegant life you lead when you run your own shop.

Yesterday we made something around $120. 3 customers. Why am I doing this? Did I not think this out?

But I must say… the store has given me so much. For every 10 horrid customers, I’ve made one amazing friend. Life long. So, it’s not all bad.