So tired. So ready to sleep for days. Ready to relax. Ready to reach a calm that has been unknown to me for the last few months. But it doesn't look like it will end.
A lawyer, an accountant, and an insurance man... No, this is not a joke. This is my life. Each one wants you to use his services. You can't get any good advice. It turns out that nobody really knows exactly what is going on, we just glide a little bit through life, trusting other people to make some of the decisions for us because they know better, really they do. I've been telling people that I definitely trust my lawyer to set up the business. I trust that he can do his job. Would I trust him with my life? Probably not. So, what do I do? I am just going to hope that everything turns out OK and leave it at that.
I'm sure we'll be totally and utterly insured by the time we're done. I hate the insurance business. It's all based on fear. What if you break your hand and can't type any more? What if you trip and fall on the job? What if you blow up a reactor and kill someone? The insurance man actually said, "I can't imagine any insurance company wanting to insure you."
So, hopefully I'll have everything figured out by tax-year 03. I'll save my receipts and count my blessings. I asked for it and now I've got it. I am in the process of starting my own business. I am self-employed. This is risk. This is what I wanted.
Posted at 17:30:54