Working on a Saturday?

When I was 18 I worked at Express (the clothing store) at a nearby mall. It was a perfect gig for me. You got to buy a bunch of clothes at 50% off before you started, which I did … and then I never started. Whoops. I didn’t mean to quit…I just didn’t want to miss all the end of year Senior activities and graduation parties. So I quit… or maybe I never called them back. Not my finest moment as an employee.

Fast forward 17 years, I’ve come a long way. I have worked for the same company for 12 years. I began in an entry level position and paid my dues and finally got a shot at my dream job 4 years ago as an Events Planner. Well tomorrow I’m going to have hella FOMO! (NorCal slang — I used to live there in middle school and fear of missing out — kids these days). I’ll be working all day executing two events for my company. For the record, I am happy to do so and would never try to get out of one of my big events…event if I could I wouldn’t feel good about it.

I love the work I do. But it’s still work… if I were 18 I’d definitely call out or just quit. Tomorrow I’m missing out on a girlfriends Bachelorette party in Chicago, the Colorado State University football home opener at the new stadium (GO RAMS!) and the Conor McGregor vs. Dipshit Mayweather fight…. All in the name of work. Obviously I wouldn’t be able to do all these things even if I wasn’t working … so it’s just bad timing, damn August 26 you’re crazy.

I know, I know, you’re definitely feeling bad for me now. Or maybe your not. Don’t, I’m making a shit ton in overtime. Hence I’ve come a long way since being 18.

Related to work, there’s money, which again I’ll be making a shit ton tomorrow. My Dad recently told me to stop spending money like a child…I didn’t know children had money to spend. I guess I missed that part of childhood. I was really annoyed and upset when my Dad said this to me… like so many things he’s said to me overtime. It’s not his fault, it’s what he knows, it’s how he was raised and most of the time Mr. Doom and Gloom is right. He did retire at 55 and may be the smartest man I know when it comes to finances. I on the other hand have had my fair share of challenges. I really don’t even like math. Insert hysterically laughing emoji here.

In Don Miguel Ruiz’ The Four Agreements, on page 97 he writes, The real you is still a little child who never grew up. Sometimes that little child comes out when you are having fun or playing, when you feel happy…These are the happiest moments in your life — when the real you comes out, when you don’t care about the past and you don’t worry about the future. You are childlike.

I take care of all my bills and haven’t asked my parents for money for quite sometime and I don’t owe them any more money. Yes, I’ve got a car payment and a bit of credit card debt and no I don’t own any property. But I do like to spend my money on experiences that make me happy, like going out with friends, concerts, sporting events, travel or even just brunch. If that means I’m spending money like a child and a child is the real me, the happiest version of me, then I guess it’s really a compliment my Dad has given me, spending money like a child.

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