Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Why Am I Here?

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.


Dave said...

While I did not have days like what you had, I found myself asking, "Why am I still working here?" when I had a lousy start to many of my final working days in the last year or so of working.

Often, it was a lousy and annoying commute on the trains. In the summer, it was the heat. In the winter, the cold. Sometimes, I was nauseous and started the morning with an upset stomach.

But no matter how I got to that point, I still asked myself asking, "Why am I still working here?" That is, until I was FINALLY able to answer that question with a resignation letter nearly 2 years ago, followed a month letter with my LAST commute (I was ill that morning, not surprisingly) on those awful trains.

You are getting close to that point, Daizy. You will get there. Soon. Just like I did.

Lizzie @ her homeworld said...

Its your turn to whine, I have done my whining already!
hang on in there, it is nearly behnd you.

Over the Cubicle Wall said...

Hang in there. You are close to being able to do what nearly no one else out there has done.

I know when I mess something up at work, I want to crawl under the desk and hide, but it is just part of it. If you aren't making mistakes, you probably aren't doing much in the first place.

Daizy said...

Your comments are always inspiring, Dave. Sometimes I am afraid I will jump ship too soon and mess up my plan.

Daizy said...

Lizzie, it must be the whiney time of the year. But things are looking up because the weekend is almost here.

Daizy said...

Over the Cubicle, I should try hiding under my desk and see what happens. :P Maybe I wouldn't have a job to complain about for very long.