Lent starts tomorrow, and as active as I am in my faith, I’m not a fan of giving up something just for the sake of conversation. Give up if you must, but make sure you understand the purpose and dedication behind it.
On to other thoughts…..today I was asked the following question:
“If someone told you they wanted to offer you a job where you’d be making 6 figures, but had to put in 80-90 hours weeks, would you do it?”
It took me a minute to answer, but I decided that it depended on what phase I was in life and if it was a job I really enjoyed. Even if it was a huge salary, it had to be worth all that time away from family and friends.
I asked a few other friends the same question and got some interesting answers:
One that was very similar to my answer: “No, but let me take that back. I would have to really really love what I’m doing. Otherwise, no amount of money would be worth spending that much time away from family and friends.”
Another one that makes sense: “I’d probably say yes while I have the ability to. No kids to deal with, so it’s just me. It seems like it would be hard married with kids tho, esp as a woman.”
And an amusing and calculated no: “Heck no, because there’s only 168 hours during the week, why would I want to spend half of that time at work and only be left with 78-88 hours of free time. Minus 35 hours of sleep that’s if you only get 5 hours a night. So that leaves you with 43-53 hours of time to yourself. And that 43-53 hours would come in only during the weekend, so no thanks.”
Last but not least, a sentiment of someone frustrated with debt and how much it controls decisions: “You do what you must to keep your family well fed and comfortable.”
It got me thinking about how much money was really worth, how much experience was worth, and how much I’d be willing to sacrifice for either.
“Modern males are dead inside. They are whipped and weakened and have little left to call their own, so they run around in hideous underwear and never go out in the sun because personal hygiene and mindful grooming are essentially an afterthought, given how once you’re glumly married and stuck in the dead-end job in a miserable economy, well, who the hell cares about looking or feeling good anymore?” —http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/g/a/2010/02/12/notes021210.DTL
….have days when you just feel really down and out of it for no reason at all? That’s what yesterday felt like. A sort of you “f the world, leave me alone” kind of day. Not that I’m bitter or hate anyone, but just lost interest.
Anyway, here’s hoping today will be a brighter day. C’est la vie!
I feel like I should start this blog with a long and insightful entry, but since it’s almost midnight and I should really be thinking of toothpaste and comfy pillows I’ll just settle with a quick photo version of my day.
It began with incessant “words with friends” playing:
That’s obviously not my game (was too lazy to upload from my phone) but I love and hate how fun this game is. I’ve been playing 10 games at a time, and started hosting “wwf parties” with my co-workers. Since our boss was out sick today, needless to say, we played all day long. You should try it sometime, it will really make you appreciate the letters “d” and “s” more than ever.
Then I continued researching my itinerary for my upcoming trip to Belize:
Absolutely breathtaking isn’t it?!? Yup! In just 15 more days I will be laying on white sandy beaches, staring at that view and enjoying my luck of witnessing something so majestic first hand.
While researching options for our itinerary, I received a chat from a friend that he accepted a job (a huge career boost and killer deal actually) and will be moving to New York in the next few weeks. As proud and excited as I am for him, I have to admit I’m really bummed he’s moving all the way across the country.
On the bright side, I’m also excited to finally have a reason to go to NYC. I’ve always been curious about going there, but never had a solid reason to go. At least now I have a personal tour guide that could show me the “concrete jungle where dreams are made of”.
Last but not least, I went to an information session for a grad school program at the University of San Francisco. After an encouraging conversation with the admissions counselor and a quick skim through their requirements, I am really enticed to pursue it. I also presented the idea to my parents and they were both very encouraging. I’m hesitant about the cost, my qualifications, and if this is the right fit but I really do hope things fall into place. And if they do, I should be back on track by fall.
Most of all, I’m grateful to end my day with a feeling of bittersweet optimism. As much as I’ll miss my friend, I’m optimistic for what happens next.
Cheers! Till my next post!