Life in general is pretty difficult, but if you add in a small town, 13 employees, a motel, cafe, store, RV park, it can sometimes be extremely difficult. We have just been handling new items as they come. We are installing new gas pumps for the store this week. I didn't think I would change the revenue that much, but holy hell, I can't believe the change. We are making it extremely difficult for customers to come eat or shop in the store. The project is alsmost done...
I have also taken the hat of catering, I cater for river guides, people who are rafting the "Middle Fork", the Middle Fork is in the book 1,000 places to see before you die. So if any of you are considering taking a vacation look it up. We have our first catering job for Friday the 13th, go figure the day all shit goes wrong... We shall see if it all goes wrong.
Anywoo, onward with this blog. So here I am in small town America, the average age of my employees are 35... 35 can you believe that? I'm 24 and I have employees who are double my age. I sometimes wonder if the older employees ever wonder why in the hell they should listen to me? What the hell does a 24 year old know about anything? Well I have only had issues with a few employees and well they no longer work here... What does that tell you?
Oh PS I swear a lot more since I moved here. I also drink more and go on a lot more walks, I think it balances itself out...
Last night on our walk we came across Bambi, well actually Cody almost step on its head and Rally thought it was a after dinner snack, but Bambi is still safe and sound, the mother returned and Bambi has a twin... How sweet.
I have yet to see a bear this Spring or a Wolf period... Still searching though, I'm determined to "get a glimpse of those warlocks"...
I think we have become a part of the town here, people are accepting the fact that we are here and things are changing, like the gas pumps, after thinking about it though, I sometimes wonder if maybe we should have invested in like electrical plug ins... just a thought.
Anywoo enough rambling... Life is fine, dogs are fine, husband is fine (he entered his first down hill race last Saturday, took 4th. Not too bad for his first time, but now he thinks he needs a $1200 shock)... Its never ending with him.
-No matter where you go, there you are.
Pam
