I am supposed to be calling the nursing pool director to see about a job. She has been out of her office for 3 days and today she is supposed to be back. Well, to be fair, it’s only 8:45 am, still a little early to call perhaps, but I’m not curious enough to find out if that’s true by calling her up. I’m waiting till. . . . .I’m not sure, till I feel “right”. And I suppose for me, “right” entails analyzing the situation to the point of exhaustion. (Please notice the first four letters of the word analyze). ;-)
Boy, one of these days I am going to do something completely spontaneous. I am going to get up one morning and have no plan whatsoever and just do something completely off the cuff, spur of the moment, whacky. If that day ever comes, I will be SURE to tell you all about it. (Don’t hold your breath).
Anyway, there is no doubt that I need to go to work outside my home. I work hard HERE, but out there they trade you money for your time. I don’t know if I ever mentioned it here before, but I read a book called “The Kabbalah of Money” by Nilton Bonder where he says that wages are compensation for the time we spend working when we could have been studying Torah. This implies of course that our first obligation is to study. But since we have to make a living too, we must be compensated by the employer for time taken away from our first, best use of time. Study.
I thought that was a fantastic way to understand wages. And it also delineates our priorities in life. Of course being the studious type myself, I must admit I really latch onto this idea. I would rather live in more humble surroundings and call my time my own, than have fabulous “stuff” and have my time spoken for by others. But the reality of life eventually intrudes upon my proclivities. How RUDE!
Stay with me here, I am taking a leap.
We have neighbors a few doors down who just got a Lexus SUV. Generally cars do not inspire me, but this one sparks my interest. I like it, it’s cute, it’s sporty, it’s PRICEY! We drive a Mercedes. (Oh wow….you might think)… think again. It’s a 1976 Mercedes. (My husband says to add that it is an “S” class model) I think this is supposed to make up for it’s advanced age. It runs good as my husband is a mechanic, but the thing is 27 years old ! Anyway, here’s the rub, the people who have the Lexus are hardly ever home. I rarely see them. They leave for work very early in the morning and come home after dark. They work incredibly hard for what they have. I do not envy them. I don’t want their car. I LIKE their car. Big difference.
If I wanted to get one of my own it would cost me ALL the money I could make with my limited marketable skills, in a whole month. Not long ago, I figured out what owning one of those kinds of vehicles would actually cost. I added up the estimated car payment, taxes, insurance, registration and license fees, upkeep and the gas to drive it. How does 30 dollars a day sound ? Each and every day of the year.
I’d rather ride a bike.
How did we get here? Oh yeah, the leap.
Money, it was money right? Getting a job. As you can tell I am less than thrilled with the idea. However, I will stick my neck out here and make a prediction. It is quite possible that once I get out there, I will like it. Meeting new people, doing new things and easing the financial burden around our house could all be very good things. Time will tell. As I told a friend recently, it’s the transitional part that’s hard for me. Getting from here to there. It’s the newness, the uncertainty and vulnerability of making a major change in my life that I could do without. Actually, now that I am older, change is a lot more disruptive than it used to be. But once I get there, it might be nice. Hey, it might be great!
But I don’t think it will result in a Lexus in our driveway. My financial aspirations are more modest. Maybe I will get a premium account at DearDiary !
Now THAT would be something !
Do you think she is in her office now ???