After twenty plus years, my business has failed. It wasn’t my fault and there was nothing I could have done to stop it but it still hurts. Our industry collapsed due to a worldwide catastrophe, and we’ve been unable to trade for one and a half years now. All my employees quit about six months ago when they realised that we were never going to be able to work the same again, and I’ve been doing it tough on my own ever since.
So, after all of this and twenty years of success, I am shutting down for the last time. I’ve got a lot of furniture that I need to transport, which means I need pretty large trucks and cars to do so. My elderly father lives on a farm just outside of suburbia and has all these trucks that I can borrow, but before I can use them I need to get each one a tyre repair. Preston has a mechanic that specialises in tyre services, which is convenient as it’s on the way to my office. I would just have to get five of my family members to drive the not-so-safe trucks from the farm to Preston, and then after that, we’d be able to get them to work and pack up my office just fine.
My family has been so supportive of me during this time. They’ve offered to help me with everything, even the cleaning which they hate doing. They helped me find the expert mechanic close to Preston that we’ll be taking the trucks to, and they’ve committed themselves to do whatever they can to help me start the next chapter of my life. I’m lucky to be related to these people.
I’m not sure what I’m going to do once my office is fully packed up and there’s nothing left to show for my business of twenty years. It makes me really sad to think about it.