Last night, the usually peaceful and serene surroundings of Smokey Joe’s Small Business Bar looked like complete carnage.
I was intending to pop in there for a quiet drink on my way home from Martin Print H.Q, but I took one quick glance at the chaotic scene, and ended up briskly walking right past it, never looking back for a second.
I’m not sure what it was exactly that put me off venturing inside and taking my usual seat at the bar.
Perhaps it was the screaming and shouting and shrieking noises that were echoing around the whole building.
Perhaps it was the chairs and tables being thrown out of the glass windows and bouncing off the pavement.
Perhaps it was simply the fact that the entrance was blocked by a huge group of people all angrily attempting to set each other on fire.
Whatever it was, it’s fair to say that Smokey Joe’s Small Business Bar just didn’t have the usual elegant ambience for me that night, and I wasn’t getting any closer to the pandemonium.
I probably needn’t have worried too much.
When I bumped into Smokey Joe himself the following morning, he explained to me that last night was simply the Annual Business Dinner for the notorious Amberson family, and that he expects that kind of behaviour from them every single year.
Apparently, the Ambersons used to be an incredibly close-knit family for whole generations – until they suddenly all decided to go into business together.
Now they’re permanently at loggerheads with each other the whole time, as witnessed in last night’s typically explosive Annual Business Dinner.
Mind you, Smokey Joe never really minds the mayhem too much, as the Ambersons are always very quick to pay an exceedingly generous bill to cover all damages the next morning.
But with family business now accounting for over 70% of Aussie Businesses (actually employing half of the total workforce of Australia), let’s hope they’re not all run in quite the same manner as the Ambersons!
Some would say that a brilliant family-run business is the ultimate dream enterprise for everyone involved.
But is it really the stuff that dreams are made of? Or can working alongside your family members turn out to be nothing more than an endless nightmare of feuding and fall-outs and fighting in the bank?











