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Feb. 20th, 2016 08:45 amI'm...there. I did it. This is my reward.
This week, or this and last week, or even the last few weeks, I caught up at work. Years ago, not many, my coworkers left, the supervisors left, but I stuck with the job I thought could be good. Many friends, social and work, questioned whether I was hitched to the wrong wagon. Or horse, whatever that expression is. I worked at least a year of hell, in which I think I discovered I don't do well working more than 40 hours per week on average. Note to self - I may not be cut out for private law.
But this week at long last we're fully staffed. My caseload is only about 20 cases, only 3-5 of which are active right now. I had spare time - on the clock. Granted, I used the spare time to do things like archive electronic and physical files, plus started working on inactive cases just in time to see them go active - but I'm still ahead. My reputation in the organization is off the charts - too many people like me and respect my work history for me to be attacked. I'm safe here. Also, nobody seems to know as much about the organization and its history related to my line of work as I do - making my job easier compared to others with more knowledge. It's easier for me.
All this time - this is what I was working for. Coasting. It's what I wanted. I can coast.
I probably won't, I can work hard too, but I don't have to - not all the time. Glorious.
I'm 20 years from retirement. I could coast for 20 years.
I'm 20 years from retirement and I have my psychical health. I'm strong and educated enough in the gym to be not comic gym fodder. I don't need to be a star, but I am...respectable. If I continue not to injure myself, never mind get better and stronger, I have easily 20 more years of physical health.
I have a girl who loves me whom I love. This may last a while.
I'm taking the time to write this annoying, borderline incoherent, self-congratulatory rant...for at least 2 reasons. 3 if you include coffee.
1. Work - many questioned me sticking with the job and line of work. I wasn't sure I was capable of success, wasn't sure anyone was, and there were a lot of indications this job would suck forever via work volume, sabotage politics, and micro-management. As of now the volume and atmosphere are a hoot. It took THREE FUCKING YEARS to get here, and the first year was "real horrorshow." I wasn't sure I was doing the right thing. I may not have made the right decision, but it worked out in my favor. If I wasn't right, I still got the right result.
2. Everything else. I have friends, but...I'm so much more confident I'm not as dependent (notice these 2 things likely are highly fucking related). My lover...is. We're not clones of each other, but ... we're very happy. I feel happy physically - not threatened, capable, strong in a fun way, and...it doesn't make for good writing. I just feel good. I enjoy the stay-fit crap I do, and enjoy the after-fit stuff I get from it. I don't hate my old man yoga shit anymore and am doing more to avoid oldmanpain. I'm financially secure. I just...feel good. In my life.
The house is a bit of a thorn in my side, and my friend's car was broken in to there plus there was a recent mugging on my route to the metro. My contractor won't be doing much until next week - but. But. But I recently realized for sinking my money in, my mortgage is only on about a 400k property, the values in the area are rising on a steady clip, the area is improving, and whine / financial loss or not, it looks like a strong long-term investment. There will be a dog. This will be one hell of a story - like my job was 3 years ago, but it seems to have a happy ending.
I don't fear the future.
I'm happy. I'm happy and it looks like I may stay this way for a long, long time.
This week, or this and last week, or even the last few weeks, I caught up at work. Years ago, not many, my coworkers left, the supervisors left, but I stuck with the job I thought could be good. Many friends, social and work, questioned whether I was hitched to the wrong wagon. Or horse, whatever that expression is. I worked at least a year of hell, in which I think I discovered I don't do well working more than 40 hours per week on average. Note to self - I may not be cut out for private law.
But this week at long last we're fully staffed. My caseload is only about 20 cases, only 3-5 of which are active right now. I had spare time - on the clock. Granted, I used the spare time to do things like archive electronic and physical files, plus started working on inactive cases just in time to see them go active - but I'm still ahead. My reputation in the organization is off the charts - too many people like me and respect my work history for me to be attacked. I'm safe here. Also, nobody seems to know as much about the organization and its history related to my line of work as I do - making my job easier compared to others with more knowledge. It's easier for me.
All this time - this is what I was working for. Coasting. It's what I wanted. I can coast.
I probably won't, I can work hard too, but I don't have to - not all the time. Glorious.
I'm 20 years from retirement. I could coast for 20 years.
I'm 20 years from retirement and I have my psychical health. I'm strong and educated enough in the gym to be not comic gym fodder. I don't need to be a star, but I am...respectable. If I continue not to injure myself, never mind get better and stronger, I have easily 20 more years of physical health.
I have a girl who loves me whom I love. This may last a while.
I'm taking the time to write this annoying, borderline incoherent, self-congratulatory rant...for at least 2 reasons. 3 if you include coffee.
1. Work - many questioned me sticking with the job and line of work. I wasn't sure I was capable of success, wasn't sure anyone was, and there were a lot of indications this job would suck forever via work volume, sabotage politics, and micro-management. As of now the volume and atmosphere are a hoot. It took THREE FUCKING YEARS to get here, and the first year was "real horrorshow." I wasn't sure I was doing the right thing. I may not have made the right decision, but it worked out in my favor. If I wasn't right, I still got the right result.
2. Everything else. I have friends, but...I'm so much more confident I'm not as dependent (notice these 2 things likely are highly fucking related). My lover...is. We're not clones of each other, but ... we're very happy. I feel happy physically - not threatened, capable, strong in a fun way, and...it doesn't make for good writing. I just feel good. I enjoy the stay-fit crap I do, and enjoy the after-fit stuff I get from it. I don't hate my old man yoga shit anymore and am doing more to avoid oldmanpain. I'm financially secure. I just...feel good. In my life.
The house is a bit of a thorn in my side, and my friend's car was broken in to there plus there was a recent mugging on my route to the metro. My contractor won't be doing much until next week - but. But. But I recently realized for sinking my money in, my mortgage is only on about a 400k property, the values in the area are rising on a steady clip, the area is improving, and whine / financial loss or not, it looks like a strong long-term investment. There will be a dog. This will be one hell of a story - like my job was 3 years ago, but it seems to have a happy ending.
I don't fear the future.
I'm happy. I'm happy and it looks like I may stay this way for a long, long time.
