If you don't want to read whining, look away now. It was such a nice weekend. Too bad I had to go back to work. Just before noon I discovered that I had ordered the wrong part for a customer...again. I was so mortified, annoyed, frustrated, etc...that I seriously thought about going home. Of course, going home would be preceded by "I Quit!". I drove myself today so my truck was right outside, how tempting. I quickly envisioned what would happen if I did that. I would be home with the dogs while the bills kept growing. Even if I sold as much as I could, including the RV, would I be able to pay off the mortgage? Probably, but I would be broke. And even if I paid it off, I couldn't live on the rental income every month, assuming the rent was paid on time. I have lowered the rent and my bills have grown so it would be a major lifestyle change. I would have to cut internet and phone in order to get by, and of course, no more store bought dog treats.
Since sitting at home with no money didn't appeal to me, I decided to stay at work. I must not be dong that bad of a job if they haven't fired me yet. I'm glad this is a short week. Only 3 more days.
After work I went over to my rental house because I haven't heard from my tenant lately. She was there and very apologetic. She had been cut back to part-time at her nursing home job. We talked for a while and came up with an agreement where I will get most of the rent money next week and she will use some of it to become qualified for a full time position. Hopefully she will get that full time job soon and start paying her rent on time so I can keep my plan on schedule.