I just droped a note to Rez about working vacations and though that I sure am lucky that I get to do what I really enjoy and people pay me to do it. It’s kind of funny that when I am working on someones boat and the end of the work day rolls around, I usally pick up my tools and go to my shop to do mostly the same thing that the customer is paying me for or I will just stay on the project till its done. Even DW dosen’t get it, to me its not work its just very enjoyable. How about you all??
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I have a similiar situation with a woman I do work for who has a beautiful camp on the lake. Each year she has a project to do at this camp that she calls me for. Usually part of the payment is a week at the camp. The best part is actually doing the work at this place. It's a quiet spot and I usually bring my fishing pole for those extended lunches. I feel extremly lucky to have this opportunity and I have gotten other jobs in the same area from people who have seen me working there. Life is good!!!
Dana
Salmon Falls Housewrights
I had what I thought was a really good job -- had a big cubicle, a laptop, a few folks working for me (in a Fortue 50), and a reasonably large paycheck.
About six months ago, I quit, moved to the state that I fell in love with when I was 10, bought an older house, married the greatest gal in the land, and started a handyman business.
Now I am doing what I truly love -- and I will adjust my budget accordingly. It's not likely that I'll get wealthy by being a handyman -- but wanting the things that I have is starting to make me rich.
I just love a success story. Only the best, my man, only the best.Half of good living is staying out of bad situations.
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Amen. Went to school, got two BAs, joined the military, and got to where I was in charge, I had clout, I said jump and people actually did, moved up in rank until I noticed that the farther I went, the more I was tied to desk work. Now, the military was a great career and there's a lot to be said for it. I really had the feeling that I made a difference in other peoples lives, but it got to the point where the whole deal just wasn't for me anymore. I separated. I started working for myself, doing what I liked. I've lost about 60% of my former pay, nobody jumps at anything I say anymore, and my "clout" is decidedly absent, being a more junior guy in the homebuilding circles. But I sleep at night. My uniform says Carhartt, my office has a cell phone, gas gauge, and a diesel engine, my schedule is what I make of it, and I still get to feel like I make a difference in peoples lives. I'm with you brother, it ain't money or status. It's satisfaction at the end of the day. (Of course, there's still the Commander in Chief / accountant / wife to contend with . . . )