What in the world have I gotten myself into? The Boss is making it almost impossible for me to enjoy the fact that in less than a month I’ll be part owner of The Kennel. (It’s actually not a kennel, by the way, but for journal purposes I plan to keep up the charade.)

His difficult son Tim can’t get along with his (that is, the Boss’s) girlfriend Julie. Tim is putting up the money. Julie is doing all the work to get the legal, insurance and government ducks in a row (so to speak). She was going to be the bookkeeper and handle all the payables and receivables. That was until Tim started insulting and antagonizing her.

The Boss couldn’t keep the peace, so apparently Julie is out. Since we haven’t found anyone to replace her (and I think the Boss is secretly hoping she’ll change her mind), guess who gets to do all the extra work that she would have done. That would be me.

It’s really hard to say I’m excited about the new project, now that I know about all this. It was offered to me, this share in the Kennel, as a reward for my years of service. Or maybe it was offered as a bribe to get me to do a lot of extra work. Whatever the case, I’m not having fun these days.

This whole situation is affecting my real work, the daily grind, the little things I do that keep the company going. Paying bills, for example, and producing cost reports and filling out forms. I’ve lost my enthusiasm for all that as well. This has been one of the least productive (and least satisfying) weeks I can remember. And I’m not eating as well, either, because I’m not inspired to cook. I just want to crawl in a cave and wait for spring. Surely things will be better by then.