Thursday, March 19, 2009
Working eight to three.
In this world I have rich friends and poor friends. I have friends on both sides that are alternately struggling or doing just fine. It kind of depends on their money skills. Now, my money skills are not the best. If I see something I think my wife will like, I tend to buy it first and figure out how to pay for it later. Most of the time this works out great, because we have good jobs. My job..... I work one hundred and eighty three days each year and get fifteen weeks of vacation. You should see the time share guys jaws drop when I tell them how many weeks I have off. I usually work an additional four weeks in the summer, so in reality I generally average eleven. I used to work about 60 hours each week and make double what I do now, but as my children have gotten older, I have discovered something. If I am home to eat dinner with them, read to them, pray with them, and tuck them into bed. Life is great. If I have to out of the house until ten because of something that makes money. Their normally great behavior disappears. A child phsycologist would probably say it was because their routine was messed with. I like to think it's because they miss me. Anyway, I may never be rich. I may never have millions. But, I have a wife and two children who love me. I wouldn't trade that for a trillion.
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