This week’s perilous ascent on the steep slope of small business start-up has found me slack-jawed and stupefied, and all because of business bookkeeping. But let’s make one thing clear right from the start. Yes, I was pretty crap at maths at school – trigonometry and algebra left me deeply disinterested and disaffected. But I
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As the song goes, picture this. What image jumps into your mind’s eye when you think of businessmen or women? Suits, shoulder pads, shiny shoes, and striped shirts? Or maybe Michelle Mone stylee power dressing, towering heels and hair coiffed to within an inch of its tweaked and teased life? No? Perhaps what floats your
Tense, nervous headache? Oh yes, the dull throb and queasy tummy symptoms began at about 4pm last Wednesday. And not surprisingly, the green-round-the-gills feelings began a couple of short hours before I headed out the door earlier this week in my new role as small business owner and sole trader. Because I was getting ready
Jumping off the career cliff is something I’m getting pretty good at. I’ve gone through that gut-knotting, nerve-shredding, free-falling leap of faith into the abyss twice already in my adult life. But this is the first time I’ve leapt headfirst off the edge to go it alone with a small business. I’ve jacked in a
