My business plan is falling apart. Blake is a flake. A sweet kid, a dreamer. Turns out he doesn't have any hard cash, only about as much as me. There are some ifs attached to further supplies of his cash, as with mine. IF I sell my house in Florida, I could bankroll this business by myself. IF his father sells the business office cleaning business, he'll have $30,000. IF he can broker a rice deal he'll reap $30,000 (but he hasn't put any cash into the deal, so it is suspect)
While I am busy doing research and studying up for the bread making, and also asking my adult students to help gather information necessary for my pro forma business sheet part of the Business Plan, I'm needing someone to do the same for the coffee side of it. He's not doing anything except dreaming.
Without an ex pat partner, I really don't think I can pull it off. Meanwhile, I've managed to alienate the two Chinese people who wanted to 'help' with the business. Actually, they felt more like vultures, flapping their wings around my head while I'm trying to make forward progress.
I'm exhausted, going to bed. More on the break-up tomorrow, when I'm fresh.
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