The other night I was throwing a little pity party for myself. Some friends who have “regular” jobs were all heading to Cork & Olive for the monthly Sip and Dip. It’s such an awesome event; you try wines, eat some food from a local restaurant and mingle with neighbors and friends – and I wanted to go!
What was I doing, though? You know it: working. More specifically, I was reconciling my business bank account and sending out invoices. I caught myself saying, “I don’t get to have any fun anymore!”
As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I wanted to eat them right back up. Who was I kidding? I couldn’t go to one Sip and Dip. Big deal. Not only will there be another one next month, there will most certainly be some sort of networking event within a couple days when food, wine and friendship will be part of the mix; and you know I’ll be there. Our jobs as entrepreneurs are pretty great. We get to have mingling, eating and drinking as an entry on our job description.
Plus, frankly (and weirdly), I love accounting. I actually enjoy balancing the books and distributing bills. In order to do those things, I must have some money coming in and what’s not to like about that?
This all leads me to believe that my definition of fun has changed. Well, maybe the way I define fun hasn’t changed, because I still like to do the same things, but the way in which I go about having that fun is different. And, I’m OK with that. So bring on the calculator, the spreadsheet, and, okay, a glass of wine – what are you going to do tell my boss? – and let the fun begin!
How I started …
It’s 11 p.m. on a Monday and I’m still working … in my PJs … that I slept in last night. Welcome to the exciting life of an entrepreneur.
Back in 2006, I worked in my cushy government job in the public relations department for a county library system. I say “cushy,” because supposedly it was a secure, safe job – ask some county employees about that one right about now – but it was really more, um, “yucky.” Imagine working in a moldy basement while learning every day that all of the bad things you’d heard about the government were true. Yep, “yucky” about sums it up. Finally, one day, as I was told to move someone’s paperwork to the bottom of the pile for not filling out a form correctly (yes, really!), all I kept thinking was “Is this all there is?” And, I set out to prove that it wasn’t.
A few months after that a-ha moment, as Oprah would say, I left my government job behind and started KIS Corp., my own writing, proofreading and editing company. I felt totally prepared. With a solid group of clients right away (that I had from freelancing on the side while I was employed), a nice emergency fund in the bank (really, a must-have) and a cheerful, positive attitude, I was all set!
Right! Well, I learned some lessons very quickly about clients who don’t want to pay for services rendered; people who assume I will do work for them for free because “you did it for me before” (yes, when I had a steady, paying job); subcontractors who never met a deadline they didn’t blow; and on and on. But, I also discovered clients willing to go out of their way to help me because I’m a small, woman-owned business; created an awesome support network of female entrepreneurs, biz-e-chicks; and found friends and family who happily promote what I do because they’re proud of me.
I can honestly say I’ve seen the best and worst of people since I started KIS Corp. And, luckily, the good so far outweighs the bad that it makes this job of owning a business better than any position I’ve held before. It’s rarely glitz and glamour, but I get to work in my comfy pajamas if I feel like it … all day … every day.