I find myself tonight at another one of those crossroads in life that seem to pop up unexpectedly. My former employer called me up and offered me a job. I really liked those guys and it was a great company to work for. They've asked me to go out west, Salt Lake or Denver, and open an operation for them. They cover all the moving expense and such and have offered a pretty nice package.
The job would have me traveling all over the western states from Arizona and New Mexico to Washington. There'd be lots of nights in hotels again. And while I know a great many people that would jump at this, I don't know if I want to go back to work. Part of me was like, hell yeah! The other part of me thinks I'm ruined and couldn't work for anyone ever again. And the thought of so much travel is a bit of a drag as well because nearly all of it would be flying.
I kind of like my utter lack of routine at the moment. My days now consist of writing when the time is right, and that can be any hour of the day or night, and doing whatever else pops up. Like going and picking up the G19 I ordered from Brownells tomorrow. The dealer called and said they had it. It was actually funny. I came home from a little research trip to west coast this afternoon and Mel said they called to tell me the gun was in. She said she told the guy, "Oh. He bought a Glock huh?" The guy called later in the day and I answered. He laughed and asked how much trouble I was in.
I just don't see where a full time job fits into that. Not to mention the thought of the move! That would be hell. They'd pay for it of course. But I have four vehicles. Three trailers. A brand new 32' building that is now already full. Not to mention all the parts for a very large solar project waiting for me to start.
And it's not about the money either. While they've made a really nice offer, I make plenty now. I'm not getting rich, but I'm quite comfortable. I just don't know if I should really consider this or not. It'd be nice to get out of Florida, again. But I know there is a very high likelihood I'd simply come back, again. I don't why, I hate the weather in this place.
Just thought I'd toss this out there and see what you guys thought.
The job would have me traveling all over the western states from Arizona and New Mexico to Washington. There'd be lots of nights in hotels again. And while I know a great many people that would jump at this, I don't know if I want to go back to work. Part of me was like, hell yeah! The other part of me thinks I'm ruined and couldn't work for anyone ever again. And the thought of so much travel is a bit of a drag as well because nearly all of it would be flying.
I kind of like my utter lack of routine at the moment. My days now consist of writing when the time is right, and that can be any hour of the day or night, and doing whatever else pops up. Like going and picking up the G19 I ordered from Brownells tomorrow. The dealer called and said they had it. It was actually funny. I came home from a little research trip to west coast this afternoon and Mel said they called to tell me the gun was in. She said she told the guy, "Oh. He bought a Glock huh?" The guy called later in the day and I answered. He laughed and asked how much trouble I was in.
I just don't see where a full time job fits into that. Not to mention the thought of the move! That would be hell. They'd pay for it of course. But I have four vehicles. Three trailers. A brand new 32' building that is now already full. Not to mention all the parts for a very large solar project waiting for me to start.
And it's not about the money either. While they've made a really nice offer, I make plenty now. I'm not getting rich, but I'm quite comfortable. I just don't know if I should really consider this or not. It'd be nice to get out of Florida, again. But I know there is a very high likelihood I'd simply come back, again. I don't why, I hate the weather in this place.
Just thought I'd toss this out there and see what you guys thought.
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