Two Hands

On one hand, there's this: Ruck Rover General Store. Yay!

On the other hand, I had to hide in the fridge at work so I could cry undedected, not that it ever works, because you have to come out of there at some point.

Work sucks to the nth degree. Everything that could possibly suck, sucks really fucking hard. I'm sick of investing so much emotional energy in the place that I really don't want to talk about it any more. Just let it be known - I'm hating the place.

So thank fuck there's the first thing. In March next year, my sister and I will open the door to our very own business, where we will sell cool clothes and accessories and things that we like. And because it's our own business, it will not make us cry, even if we know we will have to work harder that we can imagine. The hard work will be fun, because it's all for us. My project for the next few days is to get a bit more of a website happening.

We're going into brand new premises, which means we have to fit out the whole place from scratch. Partly fun, partly mind numbingly scary, what with all the extra jobs to do. I have to get quotes for partitioning to make a back store room and change rooms. I have to get quotes to gyprock the walls and finish the concrete and put in a basin and put in seventy squillion lights and all that stuff. All this while my sister flits off to London for six weeks on a trip that has been planned for ages before the store stuff all came together. I may also have shed a tear in stress about this earlier today. I'm not really confident about handling things on my own because I am lazy and disorganised and need my bossy sister to activate me.

The one thing that motivates me? It's too late to back out now!