The Breakdown
September 3, 2008So I had a little breakdown yesterday as the reality of trying to operate a business starts to dawn on me. You see, my idea of organized is to write it on the back of an envelope and put it in a pile. Then my wife cleans the pile and I loose the info and start the whole process again (after getting into it with my wife). This technique officially no longer works for me and I finally realized it yesterday. Basically I’m trying to get these books out and the website running and have the capacity to take and process orders and on and on. If you have a business you know what I’m talking about. There’s a million little loose ends and writing them on the back of an envelope isn’t cutting it. Yesterday I lost my list of user names and pass codes for the 2nd time and I’m cranky anyway because of jet lag and I just lost it. I lost it like I lost it when I was playing baseball and struck out for the fourth time or something. I was just so pissed at myself (I can’t be that stupid, can I?).
Its kind of funny. It is really dawning on me how little business skills (or any skills for that matter) I have outside of playing baseball. Baseball is pretty much all I’ve done. So now I’m out of the game and its like I’ve got the social skills of a teenager. Major League Baseball is basically turning out these social misfits into society. A bunch of 16 year olds in 40 year old bodies! Scary. And trying to write and self publish a book and run a website and keep the books and all that….what the hell is going on? I’m just making it up as I go along and taking some lumps. Maybe that will be my next book…..”How To Deal With Life After the Big Leagues”. I’ll have a chapters on how to go through an airport alone, how to do laundry, how to pay a bill, how to live in one place for more than two weeks, how to get to know your wife and kids, how to check into a hotel, how to grocery shop, etc. The only problem is it will only appeal to a limited market. Oh well, it was a good idea. Wish me luck. Adios.
Don’t worry honey I think you are fabulous and I luv u!
How about a chapter on how to ride a bus for 16 hours while sleeping on the floor of it on a blow up raft or in the luggage rack and catch 9 innings the next night and get two hits?, powered by a sack full of Krystal burgers or White Castles (depending on the league location).
Your info is very close to home….who are you Royce the Cherokee? You must
have played at some point cuz the bus ride burger thing is dead on.
Which is worse…a foultip on the inner thigh or reflux at 4:00 a.m. from 8 Krystals?
Inner thigh….. I’m a vegetarian so not sure about the Krystal burgers. I’ve seen guys with the reflux though and it doesn’t look so fun.