“Roger wants you”
Hmm, ok …”if I were to consider this…”
While that may sound more like an indecent proposal, it was actually a business proposition. Something I could have gotten my claws into, a real challenge. But it was not to be.
For those who may not know, I am one of the coordinators of the local market, it’s fun but hard work and I’m loving it! (Despite numerical dyslexia rearing it’s ugly head all too often)
I’m in my element with this, organising and doing the computer work. My partner and I get on like a house on fire. We are from opposite ends of the pole but having our own strengths we don’t try and walk over the other. It just works, and we have a ball doing it.
A market I attended for a few months last year has changed hands in the last few months, and is now up for a new manager again.
I was sent an email asking if I would consider taking over.
My first reaction? Holy hell, what is this?
It came clear out of the blue, totally not expected at all.
I think about this for a few days, what has happened since they took over, what I could bring to the party and wrote my questions.
That woman can talk the hind leg off a dog. I asked my questions, got loads of answers and said I’d think about it.
And I kept coming back to the same answer. No.
There were too many alarm bells and questions for me to be fully comfortable with taking it on.
Plus it would mean Markets would almost be my job – without the same sort of payday. Payment is a direct reflection of how much work you put in and how people work with that.
I discussed with several people, then rang and gave my answer. No, not right now. Too much.
Two days later, this proposition comes into play.
With the original manager of the market.
I got to thinking – in between all the texts form the middle man (or woman as it happened to be) – and thought, maybe this could work. This guy has all the right contacts, is on the right side of the hill (which is a 40min hill to get over) and I can do loll the things he knows nothing about and can’t do. It would work quite well. I was getting excited again.
I would relish the challenge.
I then give him a ring to chat briefly.
“Run for the hills” is what he says straight up.
That doesn’t sound too good.
Over the course of our brief conversation, he tells me it’s simply being propped up and has become a ‘false market’ plus some of the not so nice things others have told him.
He says he’s not going to do it, too much to do, too many hassles, and the fact the current owners want a supervisor while they do the admin. Not on your life. A market is a hands on, face to face business. Not something you can hand over to a supervisor on the day.
Our goals and thoughts are definitely not on the same page.
I have to agree.
Not going to happen.
It’s funny. I feel a sense of loss, but an overwhelming sense of weight lifted. I did the right thing. I know that. Maybe in a few more years, but then I have other plans for the next few years.
The mug shots. Are exactly that.
No rolling eyes, no shutting eyes, no smirking, frowning and definitely no smiling.
Ugh. I hate getting these sorts of pictures taken.
Oh, look at that, it’s halfway decent. I can handle that for the next ten years I spose…
It’s a new week, and this one will be better. No more propositions and proposals, just back to the grind, back to the gym, research a few things, concentrate on my baby, make more pretties, ring people, and laugh louder.
Have a good one