Not only has my son returned to Oz indefinitely (to be seen on Facebook swinging in a hammock on a deserted beach) but now my Second-in-Charge is down with anxiety attacks, which have plagued him for the past year or so.
Author Jan Cavelle
I take time off from the ongoing HR crisis in the company to delve into the Budget.
Tempted to stand in the car park and scream the place down.
Exciting start to the week with our new sprayer joining the team.
Having got over my disappointment of being way, way behind my February schedule, I am now able to appreciate a) what we have successfully achieved (50 per cent of the company is right on track) and b) the groundwork which has been done to sort out the other half.
Having waved my son off as he departs on part two of his around-the-world travels, I am spending the day nose deep in new brochure plans for 2011.
Over the years, the piece of advice I have been given most – and failed on most – is to prioritise looking after myself.
Having spent yesterday tearing both my own and Second-in-Charge’s hair out over constant problems with the spray shop, we ended up drawing up a list of six very drastic options, one of which was sub-contracting our spraying work.
Hit the office early this morning, fired up with creativity and ready for what should have been a day working predominantly on new designs.
Am all too aware that am still not 100 per cent (either mentally or physically) and, unfortunately, it’s always creativity that suffers first.
As usual, one step forwards and two back.
My son is back for the week, training my terrifyingly new sales force.