FIrstly, Happy New Year to every single one of you. May 2014 be a joyous and peaceful year for you all.
Last week, I quit my job that I had gotten shortly after arriving in the rural town we now reside. A member of my extended family runs a buisness here in town, and she was unable to keep up with the bookwork and wages due to having another job and four children. So she offered the job to me, which I graciously accepted. Same rate of pay as my previous job, less hours however in an air conditioned office and I don’t have to literally run to keep up with customer demand. Lovely.
I do however feel a little bit shit for quitting the other job due to the amount of money it was bringing our family. Realistically it was the most money we have made as a family to date. When paying bills we didn’t usually have to take money off one bill to put on another, which was relieving.
I was however out of the house before sunrise most mornings, and was tired and grumpy upon my return home. K was making it known he did not like me working such hours, and my poor Wife was struggling with working and tending to the house on her own.
We have always lived by the motto of “Work to live, don’t live to work” and I was going back on that. It felt as though I wasn’t being a good Husband or Father, only a good employee.
So, new job abounds and a bit more time to do things for my family now, which is great.