Earlier this afternoon, I was feeling a bit sorry for myself for the dumbest reason. No, I didn’t find out that a close relative has an incurable disease or anything serious like that. I’m just a bit miffed that I’ve been asked to work at my office job for twice as long (two months instead of one) than expected. I don’t really like the actual work involved, and thinking of having to go at it for two long months was just more than I could handle.
But then I started to put things in perspective. I get $28 per hour for my time, only have to work about six hours per day, and my family could always use the money. Heck, I think there are a LOT of people out there who would gladly snap up this gig if I let it go. After all, I get to sit in an air conditioned office the whole time I’m there, AND I’m the manager!
So, boo hoo for me, right? I guess I was just feeling guilty that I’m not able to spend a lot of time with my son during his summer vacation. We had plans to go to museums, to the aquarium, and even just to McDonald’s for lunch together. I guess we can still do those things on the weekends, provided I’m not too tired from working all week.
I know I should count my blessings here and be thankful that this work is available to me, and will improve my family’s finances in the long run.