truth:
It was never the numbers. It was me trying to work myself to death
I worked about 56 hours a week. every week.
The numbers were the books. The account who is well as good as a shrink. Looked at me over his glasses and just said what are you doing?
I really could not answer him.....so as I sat there alone......papers all over....I knew as I knew before it was done......It was never about the money....except that the numbers showed what the store did....not me....i know this does not make a whole lot of sense....unless you know me.................
About 10 minutes before it was all done....I kinda felt free........Which means I am now free to move on with my life......
As i said unless you know me really well this does not make alot of sense.......Do not feel sad.......as this has settled alot...
thank you for all your replys
I care about all of you