You know, I found out that I was fired so that the owner could give my job to his friend. Possibly hastening my demise was the fact that I had stood up to the company bully the week before.

I know this for sure: I don't EVER want to be subject to some spoiled rich boy's whims ever again. I will be in charge of my income. I will be in charge of my medical insurance. My husband has glaucoma, and, without his eyedrops, he will go blind. I'll be damned if I'll let that happen.

I've been working diligently on preparations to begin wholesaling to shops and boutiques. I live in a touristy part of Wisconsin, so there's a lot of boutiques within 20 miles of my house. Regular readers of my blog (do I have any?) will recall that I've written a few posts about being scared to approach shop owners. Well, like I said in my last post, it's time to put on my big-girl pants now. No Excuses.