Duh! The hard ones.
What parallels the elation brought on by the checking off of the last item on a to-do list? Reaching a summit of a long hike? A new puppy?
We found ourselves at the end of a bitch of a to-do list. If you don’t believe me, pick up a copy of Ramit Sethi’s I Will Teach You to Be Rich and give it a whirl.
Ramit will kick your ass. He’s witty, brilliant, and takes great pleasure in grabbing you and shaking you silly until all of your illusions about money fall away, and then he guides your transformation. CJ and I were exhausted after completing his six week plan in two. Well, almost competing, that is.
Still one item loomed on our to-do list.
We wanted to reduce the monthly costs of our rental space. Our business could run smoothly in a smaller space, but some part of us wanted to avoid potential conflict. Why complain? Sit tight. Don’t rock the boat. Then I heard a little voice and looked around. I realized it was coming from the little man sitting on my shoulder – a mini Ramit, sitting cross-legged in his pink shirt and yelling, ARE YOU SHITTING ME?
Our cafe conversation that morning:
We have to call Chetski.
What good will that do? We sat in 90+ temps for two months before anything was done about the A/C.
True, and that lump had the balls to raise our rent. For what?!? The exercise we get trying to dodge the wasps that zoom out and try to sting our asses every time we walk a student out the door?
We decided to employ the approach of our new mentor. Instead of the Mr. and Mrs. Nice Guy approach that had effectively gotten us nowhere, we decided to wear our landlord down. Ramit did it to us. We’ll do it to Chet.
Hello, may I speak with Chet? He’s not available. We may need to move out of our space. Oh, wait. I think he just came in. Let me put you through. Hello, Chet. It’s me, Tammy, from the rental space on Memorial. We are looking to downsize, and since we really like the building, we wanted to see if you had anything available before we looked elsewhere. Oh, I’m sure we can come up with something. Can you meet me there tomorrow morning?
By 11am the next morning, we had been dragged through exactly two empty offices – one too large, one too small, and none fitting our Goldilocks expectations. We thanked him kindly and left – relegating ourselves to paying up. Knowing that if we moved we would lose too many clients to pay the bills, we did what we always do when faced with the seemingly impossible tasks of life – we headed out to lunch.
Slightly deflated, we continued to generate possible solutions which ranged from the practical to the ridiculous. Then, the seeming epiphany. A simple sketch on a napkin which will now save us over $200 per month.
Two days later, we met Chetski at the office, obtained the new key, and asked for just one more little thing. In our earlier conversations, he had mentioned office dividers in an abandoned office space downstairs. CJ asked if they were still available for our use.
We followed him downstairs and through the labyrinth of rooms with hanging ceiling tiles and upturned paint cans amidst piles of office furniture in various states of disrepair. Someone left it like this? I asked glancing around the office. ‘Fraid so.
In a dark back room, we found three office dividers – one with a missing leg, one with gaping holes in the fabric, and finally the Goldilocks just right office divider. I grabbed one end and CJ the other and headed out the door and up the concrete stairs on the outside of the building. The top wobbled and threatened to send us tumbling back down the stairs. The temperature rapidly approaching 90+ proved no deterrent. Sweat on my brow, I heard Chetski who was following closely behind remark to CJ, Are you guys ok with that? I am stronger, but you’re in better shape.
I bit my lip, refrained from scratching his face, and reminded myself that each month we would be saving just over $200.
Jolly reader, what is that one thing that needs your attention today? How can you put your fears to bed in their footie pajamas? Do share in Comments.