Owning and running your own business can sometimes be as much fun as a root canal and with the constant changes it feels like we are running to the dentist every second day asking him to please provide us with this liberating procedure over and over again.
From Eskom kindly giving us an electrical epidural in price hikes, exorbitant sin taxes making the basic pleasures, like smoking a cigarettes to avoid insanity, un affordable for most of us “other fellla’s”. One can be excused for thinking that most of us should rather spend our time in a hospital for the clinically insane. We are banging our heads against a brick wall anyway !
But let’s face it, once you had your own business you struggle to find an incentive (apart from the massive luxurious thing called a pay check) to go back to the 8-5 breaker of innovation.
But then every now and again a light appears, and then we understand the reason why we chose this insane life. For the couple of people that know me and have been privy to the last couple of months of corporate sabotage and obvious and blatant attempts to block my business and its sale. Will know that I was seriously considering the that en-suite room at the local clinic for the insane. More shockingly the rider on the white horse did not come in any expected form, but from a segment of the industry that I always regarded as my opponents. A trade union. Yes, you heard me correctly a trade union.
To close off, thank you to all that supported my during this last couple of months. Thanks to all that was considerate and understanding and even empathetic. Now we are going to enjoy the spoils of our labour and the reward for coping during this time.
P.S. – This may be personal but I thought it prudent to share.
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