So for the past month I feel a little more panicked than usual.
I moved to a desert town by myself in April.
Contrary to popular belief I did not move to the desert to cook (meth).
It is to start an autodismantling business in the middle of nowhere (which usually doesn’t matter all too much because most of my sales are international/out of state). The feeling of going from a 9-5 stable job every single day to tackling a business venture with no safety net didn’t feel like a sudden jolt out of what I was used to. It felt like a breath of fresh air I have been dying to breathe for the longest while.
I grew the business to a decent size in the span of 5 months by hiring necessary workers, developing relationships with shop owners/scrap metal recyclers/catalytic converter recyclers/battery-buying people/tire buying people/rim buying people/business mentors, replaced all my hats with good people, outsourced some, negotiated like crazy for everything I had to gather or purchase…
I even got a boyfriend.
Now it is the fifth month and I feel panicked. (more…)