If I didn't think I was crazy before my husband and I started our own business... I can be sure I am now. I'll fit right into the insane asylum. I bet it's filled with small business owners rocking back and forth to soothe themselves.
The list of things that make a small business owner certifiably crazy is long, but at the top of my list is taxes. I swear, every other week I open my mailbox to another tax bill. There's the federal tax, the sales tax, the state tax, the franchise tax, the payroll tax, the personal property tax that our food truck falls under. I'm on a first name basis with the Comptroller's Office. We're like reluctant, codependent lovers. We think about eachother all the time and we can't break up with each other, because if we do who will take care of the children? By children I mean, of course, our employees who have their own families to take care of. That's the second on my 'List Of Things That Could Trigger Insanity This Week'. Payroll. You'd be surprised by the feeling of personal responsibility that comes over you the minute you hire an employee. Small businesses quickly become little families, and as the mom of our little family I can't help but feel anxious that my kids are well fed.
Another thing that could potentially put a business owner into the Cuckoo's Nest is exhaustion from role confusion. Loan approval for small business is virtually extinct these days so there's no budget to hire someone to handle an accountant, a web designer, a dishwasher. The first few years you have to do everything. Some days you wake up in the morning feeling like, "Where and who am I again? Oh yea, I'm everyone and everywhere. Anybody seen my keys?"
The general rule for business ownership has two components: One; if you can make it past the first five years you might have a chance for staying open, and two; during at least the first three of those five years everyone but the owners will make money. Wheelie Gourmet, LLC is in year 2.5 and we have now grown into a place where I'm not waking up every other night from nightmares in which I've gone to school and realized I'm sitting at my desk naked and I don't have a car to go home to get clothes... at this point I just sleep right through those!
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