>….but I fear I’m about to become one.
It’s been one of those days. I’m trying to get a ton of things done before surgery next week. One of the things on my list was to get a business license for our new business location in Woodstock. Being the good little researcher I am, I pulled up “Cherokee County Business License” on the web (being that Woodstock is located in Cherokee County) and it told me I needed to go to Canton. So off I went. Circled the administrative complex a few times before finding a parking spot and went in to talk to the helpful people there only to find out…
…I was in the wrong spot. Evidently our new business address is within the city limits of Woodstock, so I needed to go to the Woodstock city hall to get the license. Back in the Hummer I go to Woodstock city hall, only to find out….
…I was still in the wrong spot. You get a business license in Woodstock down the road near the fire station in some other building. Back in the Hummer I go to this other building where this nice lady says “Oh, you’re the one from Creekstone, right?” (Evidently the people in Canton had called ahead.) I’m finally in the right place. We’re filling out the application when the very nice lady says “Did you know the state has dissolved your corporation?” WHAT?!?!?!?!!!!
Well, it seems the state didn’t send me the paperwork to pay them the lousy $30 dollars I had to pay for corporate registration one year, so they did me the fine honor of deciding I no longer wanted to be incorporated. Keep in mind that this paperwork consists of one easily lost in the incredibly efficient postal system postcard (Remember how in previous posts I said I didn’t trust the post office? This is why.).
The nice lady at the business license office took my license application and fees, but explained that it would be held until I straightened this fine mess out. When I got home, I contacted the Secretary of State’s office and yes, there’s even more paperwork, which I asked them to please expedite because of my operation next week. We’ll see.
Well, since the business license office was near The Whole Nine Yarns, I decided to stop by for a short visit. Yeah, I bought yarn. And joined the new sock club. Seemed the prudent thing to do at the time. 🙂 But my day of adventure wasn’t over. As I was backing out of my parking space, a young mother lost control of her 2 to 3 year old darling daughter/kid/spawn of Satan who dashed out into the parking place where my MOVING HUMMER was. Trying to see the kid, I did not notice the Honda parked directly behind me (not in a parking space, might I add, and any of you who know that parking lot know that it probably shouldn’t have been parked there, but I digress).
Hummer 1, Honda 0.
There was a “K1P1” tag on the Honda, so I guessed the owner was in the yarn shop. Went back in and announced I’d just hit the Honda belonging to a knitter, and I was sorry, but I figured better it than the kid (and curiously enough, that whole family disappeared into thin air after the “crunch”). The lady was very nice about it, and we exchanged insurance info and I called my agent. Not a scratch on the Hummer, BTW. There are certain benefits to driving a street-legal tank.
I figured after that I’d better head home and put my head under the covers. Many of you know that December’s not my favorite month. Is today some kind of omen to warn me to reschedule the procedure next week???