Optivīv Construction Permits, Baby!
Yesterday was the 34th day since we submitted our package to the planning department for permits to build Optivīv IV Therapy in the space where the brokerage used to be.
Today, we got those permits.
Recent experience told me it would take about three months, so the alert that they were ready to pick caught me by surprise.
The reason for the speed?
I have no idea.
But I'll take it, and with permits in hand, we should be ready to start the demo.
Except we're not at all ready to start.
Now, if I had a nickel for every time one of my kids has popped up on Sunday night at 10:00 needing note cards, poster board, or a tri-fold display for a project due the very next day, well, I'd have a lot of nickels.
I always tell them the same thing.
"You've got to get it together, kid."
"You knew this was coming, right?"
"Next time, you need to plan better."
I've given that lecture more times than I can count. It's a polished gem that I can whip out at a moment's notice.
"What's that you said, Lu? The project is due tomorrow?"
[Dad mode initiated.]
"Well, you've got to get it together, kid. You knew this was coming. . ."
And they always have the same excuse.
"But so and so and blah blah blah."
None of it is ever legit; it's always a crock of BS.
"My teacher just told me about this project yesterday!"
Sure kid.
Whatever you say.
But here I sit this morning, permits in hand and tables turned.
A mountain of crap is piled up around this office that I should have cleared out months ago.
Empty boxes.
Packed boxes.
Extra chairs, fans, shelving, and artwork.
Were this stuff moved already, the demo would be underway.
Some people, like Dee, have told me for a while that I needed to get it moved.
"Yeah yeah, Dee. Settle down, I'll do it tomorrow."
Now here we are, and I have nobody to blame except me.
In the future, I should heed my own advice. In the meantime, when Dee gets here today and says, "I told you so," I'll be ready with my response.
"The permit center only told me about it yesterday!"