Thursday, February 28, 2008

OKAY, SO THE STORY SO FAR:

I bought this little 2 surgery practice in Sydney's snobby Eastern Suburbs. It's in a great location and the practice has been there for 15 years.

I bought it from a dentist who had owned it for 2 years. I'll call her Mrs Whippy.

Mrs Whippy has a husband who's training to be a maxillofacial surgeon, and is currently studying medicine. She's in her early 30's and has 5 kids, though I have just heard she's pregnant with her 6th. They're very religious people.

Anyway, before the purchase, I took stock of all the instruments and counted everything and noted there was a giant broken dental chair in the garage that was obviously trash. Mrs Whippy asked me if I was interested in buying her stock. I looked through the stock cupboards and counted the boxes of materials and agreed to pay her asking price of $2500.

The day of the purchase rolled around, I handed her a giant cheque for more money that ever I have seen in my life and proceeded to explore *my new business*.

I decided to rearrange the stock cupboard.

On turning the boxes around, I realised everything had expired in 2005.

I also realised that all the surgical equipment, local anaesthetic, stationary, pens, toothpaste, folders, stamps, envelopes had been cleaned out.

I also realised that the broken dental chair which I had asked her to remove was still there.

I rang her.

Her response: "It's not my problem. Why don't you just deal with it?"

I have also realised in the past 3 and a half months since seeing the very few patients that remain loyal to the practice, that she ripped a great deal of them off and did shithouse, dodgy work.

She also told the remianing staff member that I would fix up the wages that Mrs Whippy owed her.

I'm trying to resurrect this place, but it's damn hard.

She left a whole bunch of framed ugly photos or flowers on the wall that belong to her aunt that she was trying to sell, and before the sale I agreed that when I no longer needed them to dress the walls I would give them back to her.

Should I give them back to her or sell them down at Bondi markets?

Sunday, February 24, 2008

RISEN FROM THE ASHES (PERHAPS)

I realise I have been absent. Apologies to the ones and twos of you out there that sporadically read my blog.

Update:
  • With TJ and actually -happy. I know, I know. I am also shocked.
  • Have bought my practice and struggling, struggling with it. It's a long story and I will tell it another time when I have more energy.
  • Have quit working at The Institution.
  • Am still living at home with parents. Am embarassed to be writing this. Am cringing as I type.
More to follow.

Good to be back.