Now we are in a store front and still butting heads and having serious problems. He is really hard to work with. Every little thing that doesn't go smoothly, he throws a tantrum and stomps around. Of course, it is mostly computer problems, and since I set up the computer and he is not comfortable on the computer... it makes it tense. He actually told me yesterday that I did a terrible job setting up the computer. That hurt me. He couldn't have set them up at all.
For example: the order manager doesn't work right on the front computer. It works fine on the back computer. I have a billion more pressing issues on my mind, such as the fact that we have no health insurance until *I* do all the book keeping for 4 months. So in my mind, just go to the back computer to print out the orders. NBD. But no. He continues to try to do it on the front one, freaks out, stomps around, tells me what a huge problem it is.
And then he complains when customers order something heavy, or something cheap, or whatever. He complains about the manufacturers being slow hippies. Whatever it is, it is a problem.
On top of that, I apparently provide terrible customer service and he has to tell me how to write emails. Never mind my 5 star perfect rating on the Diaper Pin or the mountains of testimonials I have saved from my old site. I have gotten so paranoid of what he will say about something I wrote that I have started second-guessing myself and trying to guess what he would say was right and doing that, and then it ends up worse b/c it isn't what I wanted to do or would have done and I mess it up.
Then there's the fact that my rule is that when I get home, I don't work after dinner. Period. I also don't work at all on Sundays. This is what I have to do to be able to fall asleep and maintain some sort of a balance in my life. He doesn't do this. He decides we need money at 10:30 on a Tuesday night, tries to make a sale and email announcement, doesn't understand all the computer stuff, freaks out, and actually wakes me at 11:30 to freak and try to get me to tell him how to do stuff on the computer. Did I mention I am 18 weeks pregnant with my FOURTH child? And then he doesn't sleep that night and when I wake up in a fine mood, he starts freaking and yelling and crying. I refuse to join him in the panic, and this enrages him.
It is to the point where I hate being there with him and want him to go get another job. I want to work with someone who doesn't stomp and complain all the time. I love the days he takes off. I want him to be sick all the time. I want some acknowledgment that what I have achieved is freaking HUGE and AMAZING and that he owes the fact that he doesn't have to work for his old hated boss anymore TO ME.