Life Under Construction

In order to build our cash kitty back up to head off on new adventures, we had to get jobs. Ugghh…

I had been looking for a part-time job of some sort to supplement the contract/gig work that I do.  It was more difficult to get a menial job than I had imagined.  I even simplified my résumé in an attempt to land one with no success.  Finally, I decided to try a different tack.  I began looking at staffing/temp agencies.  As they receive compensation when an employee gets placed, I figured it might be a good bet.

I found a few jobs through some agencies and applied for two.  The first one received a response of “Thanks for your interest, but we’ve already filled this position.”  The second was for a construction helper and I didn’t hear anything for about a week.  Then I got an email saying to come in for a background check and urinalysis.  Why not?

The Jobs

I landed the construction helper job, but it wasn’t really anything that I did other than filling out the application.  I’ve been there 3 weeks and I’ve seen about 5 other temps come and go.  After the first week, I wasn’t even sure if I would be able to make it as my body was literally racked with pains and aches.  The work is not for the faint of heart.  It’s long, hard, dirty days of 12+ hours and we worked 12 days straight.

I was selected as the mud man apprentice.  Heavens that’s filthy work: mixing bentonite and other substances to make drilling mud.  Simple, but filthy.  I routinely have to wash myself off with the water hose on the dock when I get home.  I also help with rigging and do some trash detail and sometimes just have to be on fire watch when someone is cutting or welding.  Fortunately, I work with a few guys that really bust butt and are fun to work with.  It would be pure hell if they weren’t there.

Jodi is working part time at a Tuesday Morning store.  Between the two of us, we net around $4300 a month.  Hopefully, that will allow us to stash some cash away and be able to head out of Houston sometime around January.  Being in this city has exhausted both of us and we desire to be somewhere with a different pace and quality of life.  Not to mention we are both literally sick and tired of the chemical plants.

Money is a Means, not an End

In the interim, there’s little free time to do blogging or photography or anything else.  I wake up, go to work, come home, eat, and go to sleep.  I think I have approximately 2 to 3 hours each day that I could consider “free”.  That’s not a complaint.  I’ve been there before.  It’s just a statement so that anyone who has a goal will understand that sometimes one must suffer and make sacrifices to achieve it.  This is certainly not how I desire to live and spend my time.  Ironically, I did my best to simplify and get away from that and I have to temporarily go back to return to simple.  Life can be expensive sometimes, through no fault of one’s own, and inflation is always taking a bite out of our limited precious time on this planet.

The difference this time is that I see money simply as a means and not an end or goal.  Believe it or not, I pray every single day, not for more money or financial independence (if you are “independently wealthy”, you are IN dependence of money . . .), but to be shown a way and have the courage to live without it.  Well, a way that Jodi would be happy with.  She doesn’t like the idea of traveling by bicycle and living out of a tent.

Boat sold or not, our plan is to head out somewhere January of 2019.  If sold by then, awesome.  If not, we’ll list her with a broker and let them take care of the leg work.

Hell, I’m almost to the point that I’ll just about give her away.

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