Testees…testees…1, 2, 3
Forgive me blogosphere, for I have sinned. It has been well over two years since my last blog post, and in that time I have packed in a LOT of poor judgement and un-blogger-like sinning.
I broke a solemn promise I made myself twelve years ago: I moved back to Mississippi. I had escaped after spending my impressionable youth there, and was lured back by the dream of being a small business owner.
Which brings me to my next confession: I opened a small business. If you are contemplating this, for the love of all that is holy, DON’T DO IT! It sucks! Payroll, inventory, maintenance, and the teenage employees, they all monumentally suck balls. Especially the teenage employees, I have worked since I was 12, and I don’t recall being a smarmy little shit, but I might be glossing over that part of my past.
I opened a SECOND small business: If one small business is driving you crazy, and not making enough money to quit your full time job, what is the most logical conclusion? If you said open a second small business, you are as poorly informed as I was. There were other small factors around this time that made the decision to do this even stupider, but I have started blocking out these details from my subconscious, sort of like a rape victim.
I closed the Second small business due to lack of actual business: Can you believe that if your business fails, the greedy ass bank wants it’s loan money back. If you don’t pay it back they want you to claim bankruptcy. Being a real Libertarian, not one of those ones you see on TV, I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t pay for my own mistakes. If the business was a success, I would frolic naked in all the money, so why shirk the responsibility of failure.
This brings me to: I left Mississippi again. I left to do what I do best, wander the countryside as a mercenary nurse who works ridiculous hours every week. Instead of saving the money to travel aimlessly around the globe however, all the money is sent to those greedy bank bastards. I think of it as a new student loan. I learned a whole damn lot for that money. I learned that business sucks, and I want to be able to clock out and go home at the end of the day.
My final, and possibly most irresponsible, sin: I quit writing and blogging and doing something creative. It doesn’t seem like much, but I need to be able to get all this crazy shit out of my head.
I hope to be able to absolve my sins in your eyes. I will try posting more, and vow to even get the elder statesman of Killer Rants, Liz, back into the world of blogging. She also has had some major shake ups in her world that will undoubtedly need to be aired out in this public forum. I am going to attempt to avoid revealing my present location, which will most likely change frequently, because working in the ER, can offer some hilarious stories.
A very special thanks to our tech guru and web designer, Jester, who fixed all tech difficulties in order to get us up and running again. In all fairness he also shared with me, his distasteful experience with a small business, but I ignored it. I promise to be more open to guidance.

