You know those reality shows where someone is trying to get a business up and running and it takes them forever and every week it seems there's a new emergency that will mean the end of everything. You know how those people seem to get really depressed and worn out and short tempered?
You know how you think this is all just fabricated for the TV show and it can't really be that hard? WELL IT IS!
The Grand Opening is tomorrow night and today, I find out that the insurance I was assured was valid until December is in fact VOID! No insurance, no public liability, no bar.
Then, the guy doing the Karaoke calls to tell me he can't make it.
At one o'clock this afternoon, I got into my chariot and went to see the insurance people and wrangled a new deal. I then went to the auithority in charge of such things to make sure that by close of business at 4:30 they had the documents and I could open the doors. Then I went and bought a cash register (funny how we forget the little things eh?).
By seven o'clock tonight I had a new Karaoke guy (for more money of course.) and by 7:05 pm I had a beer in my hand and a headache.
This had better be good.