In 2006 I had a job for only 4 months. It was a bit stressful for myself, and of course Spracky.
At the end of November I began a contract with a company which is less than 2 miles from where we live. The people I work with are great, the work isn’t that difficult, and the pay is good as well. But I am just so tired of going to work five days a week.
When I wasn’t working, everything was done around the apartment, and I usually tried to get the grocery shopping done. Now Spracky and I are lucky if we have clean closes.
Don’t get me wrong, I am only allowed to work a 40 hour work week on this contract, but that 40 hours, and the other 10 to 15 hours a week I spend getting ready for work and what not, cuts into trying to get everything done.
It’s not that I don’t want to be a contributing member of society, I just wish I could make my own hours and have more time to spend with Spracky or just getting things done.
During my time off I started to realize that there are more important things that working your ass off 60 hours a week and trying to fit into the “corporate world”. If you spend your whole life trying to be “corporate” then that defines you. I would rather define myself, and a “suit” is not me…a regular job is not me. I guess that’s why I don’t mind working as a contractor. I don’t have to fit the corporate mold because I’m not trying to work my way up some “corporate ladder”, I’m just trying to get a nice size check.
Hopefully one of these days Spracky I will win the lottery and I can buy a surf shop, that way we can travel when we want, but I can always come back and work in the surf shop.
Dax out-