My rookie year…
Once upon a time, I quit my real job (restaurant manager – good salary, benefits and someone to cover for me when I wasn’t around) and went to work for my husband, Hot Rod, in his contracting company.
It was the dumbest decision I have ever made. It was hell. I left my steady paycheck behind and assumed financial responsibility for a sinking-fast company. I was college educated. I graduated Summa Cum Laude with a BS in Business Administration.
The BS really stood for my approach to business. I didn’t know what I was doing. I was the rookie bean counter. And, I didn’t know my asset from my elbow.
I did NOT want to crunch numbers, look at spreadsheets or confront our financial situation. I wanted so badly for a magical bean counter fairy to wave a wand and make millions of dollars appear in our checking account.
“Shouldn’t our accountant handle this?” I fumed. “I don’t have time to figure this out,” I whined. I just didn’t want to deal with the money.
That approach might have worked if we had lots of money. However, we were running out and digging a deep hole of dept. […]