Welcome to my world!

My life's been crazy since my Daddy moved in with me immediately after my mother's death in October 2010. My one and only kiddo headed to college at Carolina at the end of August. So...I lived on my own, for the first time in my life, for a total of a blissful six weeks. Then, I started the parenting gig with my dad. He's a combination of a grouchy old man, a surly teenager and a temperamental toddler. Needless to say, I get very close to the brink of insanity sometimes. I get through life by finding the humor in difficult circumstances. And for some reason, I wind up in the weirdest situations. I couldn't make this stuff up. So I wind up having lots and lots crazy adventures which make great stories to share with my friends. Writing about my life is so therapeutic. My ramblings range from funny to sad to angry (full of cuss words) to sweet. While my focus is dealing with the trials and tribulations of being a parent to my Daddy, I have lots of random, totally unrelated posts. Whatever's on my mind. I love to make people laugh, and I'm happy to think my readers will get my strange sense of humor. And maybe, people who are in my situation will be encouraged. That's all I can hope for...

Friday, August 5, 2011

Pop the Slide...

I'm just about ready to take two beers and pop the slide. In case you don't know what I'm talking about and you're too lazy to JFGI, here's the definition, according to my preferred source for hip lingo, UrbanDictionary.com:

To quit a job in dramatic fashion. Named after the flight attendant who got fed up, stole two beers, and popped the emergency slide.

By the way, "hip lingo" is probably an oxymoron. You're on your own with that.

What I'm getting at is that I'm sick of work. Demanding clients. I'm jonesin' for some affirmation, and I ain't gettin' any. And I'm not kidding myself - everyone is replaceable. Even me. The question is pricing. And psychology, of course. I think I've been too accomodating. That's what I meant with my cryptic comment the other day about becoming scarcer. It worked with The Daddler, as evidenced by his incredible sweetness to me after my two blissful trips this summer.

As for the pricing, I think I'm a bargain. They pay their plumbers more per hour. And we won't even talk about their CPA firms. But if my clients don't think I'm worth what they pay me, they should follow my advice and shop it. Take a test drive. I'll do everything I can to help with the transition. And if they beg me to come back in three months, I'll entertain the idea. The key to good negotiating is being willing to walk away. When it comes to cars, payroll services, loans, insurance, et cetera, I'm good at it. With people, not so much. And my clients are people. Good, honest, quality people. People I want to help. So I subjugate my needs to theirs.

And that's why I told my girl Jo I can't go Salsa dancing tonight. That and the fact that I hate it.

But I miss her. She's precious. And the slide is looking better and better...

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