I enjoy working. The feeling of getting something done, be it for yourself or for someone else. Whether I am being compensated for the time I spend doing, or even if it is just to help someone out, out of the goodness of my own heart.
I also like my family. My immediate family, I’m talking about. We get along fine, we all have a similar sense of humour. Sure, we have the odd spat over something entirely stupid, but that’s no big deal.
My problem is when the two overlap. I run my own business, during the summer, that gives me a certain amount of spare time, as long as the work gets done, the rest of the day is my own.
My father also runs his own business, and employs my two brothers. Which is fine, although employing your children in a business has it’s own inherent problems.
My gripe this morning is, when I am free, and sitting around doodling on my laptop as I do, then all the things my father and brothers should be doing as part of their jobs are handed to me, and my mother. There is a certain amount of housekeeping to be done in any small enterprise, and I’m of the opinion that if you sign up to be your own boss, then you sign up for it all.
You don’t ask other people to check your mail for you, because you are too lazy to do it yourself. You don’t ask your wife to tidy the kitchen area, and clean up after you. You don’t ask me to start dealing with your customers, when you feel like going for a cup of coffee! I mean, come on!
Thankfully, the family business is not located at home. They have their own little unit in the community marina centre here in town, which means that if I don’t feel like getting involved, I don’t have to. I can just stay at home. But that’s where I work, so obviously it’s good to get out of there every so often.
Anyway, I guess this post doesn’t have much of a point, except as a general rant about my family. More about them anon, I would think.
