Working for myself has its ups and downs. Today was a downer. Everything took twice as long as it should have. And I missed a deadline. I hate that feeling. Thank goodness for understanding customers but I still worked myself into quite a tizzy this morning. Days like this I miss co-workers to lend a hand and an ear.
At my last job when I had hard days I would email hubby this code: CIQMJ? He never said anything but I'm sure he didn't look forward to coming home to me as it usually meant I was frustrated and upset about my job again. What is CIQMJ you ask? It stood for "Can I Quit My Job." Funny thing is the first time I emailed CIQMJ to him, he knew what it stood for without explanation. It's sometimes scary how well he knows me.
If I could even entertain the thought of packing it in, today would have been a CIQMJ email day. Is a little tougher to quit when I am the business. I should be grateful, there's a lot more good days then there are bad days. OK, rant over.