the reality of your business, where you are the PROVIDER, you are the ONE looking at all the metrics, all these decisions fall back to you, not some fractional hire- but this is where it gets tricky
Your Core Team, the C-suite if you will, has become simply another line item like the electrical bill that needs to be paid of the ongoing list of expenses on the P&L statement handed over by the CFO
Your CMO, Strategist, Creative, Research, Architect, the Rainmaker, no one in these departments has had a break in years, while forgetting the fact they all put in another 72+ hours last week and one, just one, was supposed to be "away" on some promised vaca but again, that doesn't matter to YOU-
there's things to do
and you have the keys to his wire transfer so he replies regardless of where he is or who he's with
or otherwise he's easily replaced, this tyrant in your mind, has yet to take a break.
... and in the early hours of the Thursday morning, the guilt starts settling in you find yourself cringing at the way
your manic episode unleashed
and this one woman that loves you stares at you with tears down her face, speechless again and you walked away to attempt to clear your head.
Why do you keep doing this in the one place you sleep at night...?
Why do you keep burning everyone to the ground...?
your churn rate is killing the bottom line, these metrics are staring back at you with blood shot eyes, the wire transfers were sent out on Friday, with a quick breather until Sunday night...
... the problem still remains, your mind is distracted like a piece of artwork your wife picked yesterday at the art show you fought about for the umpteenth time- with some who the hell name is scratched on the bottom...
But, of course, you want to shove that down with another shot of Jack on the balcony
because you deserve it
that's right
that's what you tell yourself...
now, isn't it?
And in all this chaos, you obligate in full force to have all of their focus, with the unsaid message underneath, be sure to show up with some solution
to stop the bleeding leaks
- as you slip the look they know so well, otherwise; you're easily replaced with some fractional
that doesn't know of the history from June to October 5, 2018; everyone is on pins and needles.
including yourself- but HOLD that look, it's really suiting in this
Avi Rossini Handmade Wool
3 Piece Suit, custom fit-
of course it is...
and the survival mode your inside of, well, its been taking the toll on your soul, way too long...
now, hasn't it...?
the reality of your business, where you are the PROVIDER, you are the ONE looking at all the metrics, all these decisions fall back to you, not some fractional hire- but this is where it gets tricky,
Your Core Team, the C-suite if you will, has become simply another line item like the electrical bill that needs to be paid of the ongoing list of expenses on the P&L statement handed over by the CFO
Your CMO, Strategist, Creative, Research, Architect, the Rainmaker, no one in these departments has had a break in years, while forgetting the fact they all put in another 72+ hours last week and one, just one, was supposed to be "away" on some promised vaca but again, that doesn't matter to YOU-
there's things to do
and you have the keys to his wire transfer so he replies regardless of where he is or who he's with
or otherwise he's easily replaced, this tyrant in your mind, has yet to take a break.
... and in the early hours of the Thursday morning, the guilt starts settling in
you find yourself cringing at the way your manic episode unleashed
and this one woman that loves you stares at you with tears down her face,
speechless again and you walked away to attempt to clear your head.
Why do you keep doing this in the one place you sleep at night...?
Why do you keep burning everyone to the ground...?
your churn rate is killing the bottom line, these metrics are staring back at you with blood shot eyes, the wire transfers were sent out on Friday, with a quick breather until Sunday night...
... the problem still remains, your mind is distracted like a piece of artwork your wife picked yesterday at the art show you fought about for the umpteenth time-
with some who the hell name is scratched on the bottom...
But, of course, you want to shove that down with another shot
of Jack on the balcony because you deserve it, that's right
that's what you tell yourself...
now, isn't it?
And in all this chaos, you obligate in full force to have all of their focus,
with the unsaid message underneath, be sure to show up with some solution
to stop the bleeding leaks
- as you slip the look they know so well, otherwise; you're easily replaced with some fractional
that doesn't know of the history from June to October 5, 2018; everyone is on pins and needles.
including yourself- but HOLD that look, it's really suiting in this
Avi Rossini Handmade Wool 3 Piece Suit, custom fit, of course it is...
and the survival mode your inside of, well, its been taking the toll on your soul, way too long...
now, hasn't it...?