It has been one of those weeks in the Mission household. Apart from the normal 5 loads of washing a day, the cooking, the cleaning, the school runs, the homework, the reading books and the bath times, I really didn’t think I could fit anything else into my life. That was until I decided to embrace the chance to add another group of services to my current business.
You see I’m normally just playing mummy and running my very small Freelance Media Company. We are very small and my role is to find real life stories and with the help of my lovely friend and work colleague Fiona, we get those stories published in magazines such as Bella, Take 5, Take a break etc.
I love my job, I love talking to the people (as strange as they may seem at first) and I love being able to help get their stories out there, for everyone to see. Things can be slow and steady and the income can come in thick and fast or nothing for months. So I decided that a regular income is what this little family needs, but what?
I started searching the local ads for admin positions…Nothing.
I put my CV on Jobsite and Monster. With all my 18 years experience there must be something…Nope Nothing.
I would lie awake for hours my mind would race. You see the whole point in me finding an income was so I could support my family more. We don’t need material things, the children never go short of shoes and clothes (when they need them) I was thinking on a bigger scale. The Missions need a bigger HOUSE.
You see we live in a lovely little 3 bed semi detached house, which was fine when there were just the four of us. It was a bit squashed with five of us, but now there are SIX of us and we have suddenly out grown the whole house.
With Teenager and Monster sharing a bedroom (13 and nearly 3) the situation is far from workable. Teenage Mission would love his own space, for his friends to come and stay, but with Monster in his room there is just no way that can happen.
Drama and Princess also share a room (10 and nearly 5) this situation is a bit more workable as the gap isn’t so big.
Then there is me and daddy. As much as I would love my own room away from the snoring and the farting, I would just be grateful for a bed that has space around it. We are currently in the box bedroom which has no space at all. When daddy wants to get out of bed he has to climb over me and normally stands on my leg or foot getting out.
So I decided to work on the principal that if I got a regular income coming into the house then Daddy really couldn’t refuse to let us move.
I decided to work on my strengths and work with what I am good at. I spoke to some people and decided to add a Virtual Assistant service to my small company.
I have worked day and night for the last two weeks. Looking out for free advertising, setting up a blog, a website, some social networking via BT Tradespace and badgering friends to take my business cards and leaflets into their places of work.
So far so good, *checks phone is working* *Checks inbox AGAIN*
I know things are going to be slow at first but this has to work.
I have been called a few things over the last few months; selfish seems to be the keyword that keeps getting thrown back at me by people I thought were friends.
“You’re just being ungrateful, as you have roof over your head.”
“I should learn to just make the space work in the house and not be so demanding.”
“You’re just being a drama queen.”
“Stop being so selfish.”
To quote just a few of the sentences, which have been thrown at me over the last few months.
Believe me I have tried so hard to make everything work and if we could create another room in the house to make it a bedroom then I would. The space in the house is unworkable; the house is just too small.
So if I have to work day and night I will make this business work. If I have to work two jobs as well as the business then I will, for the good of my family.
So if you know any businesses, tradesmen/woman, anyone who needs some Admin and Clerical help with their business then please get them to drop me and email or give me a call.
Thanks for listening to me rant and moan (I promise I’m so not a drama queen)
Lots of Love