Catching up; Part Two

beg

 verb \ˈbeg\

: to ask people for money or food

: to ask (someone) in a very serious and emotional way for something needed or wanted very much

: to ask for (something needed or wanted very much) in a very serious and emotional way

This is not one of my favorite words. I did this  a lot, being the 3rd child of 3. Pecking order created the necessity in order to stay alive. At least that is my story, and I am sticking to it. I seldom remember a week going by that there wasn't a familiar tune hummed or chanted that sounded like "na na na naaaa na" using the words "I'm going to go tell mom". I was scarred for life. But I learned to hold my own, and utilize the same threat to both of the older ones. All of this created begging, compromise, some physical running away, and always communication. Thankfully, we all grew up and no longer act like children, but the lessons of childhood will always influence your adult life. My oldest sister still likes to be in charge, of everything. It doesn't always end up well for her, but that's her way.

It has been just about 6 weeks since I quit my job. I have adapted to not working. Not that I have to work,  it has been a blessing none the less, to work for money, since we were able to pay for college and stay debt free. College wasn't so expensive in the olden days. 

The income was beneficial to pay for monthly dues for a Christian sorority, and living expenses in the  sorority house for a year. The income was a blessing to put a large down payment on a car for the graduate and have been able to pay large payments monthly to pay it off early. We never lived off the income so quitting my job, financially, was easy. Learning to adjust to free time was a bit more of a challenge. 

I enjoy working. I like to be usable to help others. That's probably why I liked what I did. Though there was some very stupid things that happen, and those are great stories for a book in my golden years, I learned a lot and it has helped me in my daily life. I have submitted my resume to a few advertisements, and have gotten a few bites. 

I had to evaluate what I was really wanted to do. I don't have bills to pay or school fee to pay, so I have decided that part time is fine. Since my home is in order, I don't want a repeat of it getting out of order. To maintain this, I need to keep my schedule part time. 

One advertiser called me for a phone interview, and said that this job could turn into a full time job and was I interested in working full time. I told them no. the job was advertised as part time and I wanted to work part time. I didn't get that job. Come on people! Don't advertise fraudulently. Make it clear the job will develop into full time, and I won't waste your time or mine. It was a shame, because I believe what they are looking for was exactly what I could have given them. Their loss.

During the time I have been gone from Advent, one of the property managers has been keeping me up on the doings, in other words, she was very unhappy I was gone. The new gal just isn't doing what she needs, and that takes time. I trained her well, she has chosen to handle things differently. However, I couldn't help but know that the work is falling behind, and it is a slow season right now. I have kept in touch with the new gal and walked her though a few situations, so I knew what the PM was concerned with. I didn't want the new gal to know that I knew what was going on, so I had to direct her without letting her know but get the results that everyone could live with. Poor thing.

So fast forward to last Monday. My former boss called me and asked me to lunch, which turn into breakfast. He wanted to get my ideas on how to make the department work. He was not aware of what I knew was going on. I had spoken to him on a couple of occasions about needing to hire in the summer, a part time helper. That fell on deaf ears. Magically, he remembered I had some ideas.

We spent about 30 minutes discussing my ideas, but the reality is, I was waiting for him to ask me to come back. I didn't make it easy. After 45 minutes, he asked if I would be interested in doing the job this summer. Part time, temporary employment. I told him no. I couldn't deal with his yelling or another law suit. He did tell me, and I have to concur though I won't tell him so, it is most uncommon for that type of law suit to be done to employees. He promised to try not to yell. There in is the beg word. Yep, all but on his knees, he beg me to come to work for him. He now understood how much I had worked, how I had developed a system that worked smoothly and he was having trouble keeping the department running. 

I gave him my demands, he needed to provide a phone, laptop, raise in pay and defined work hours. If I came back, I would not work from home, since I don't want anyone calling me when I am at home. You see, he had no idea that I knew the new gal got a raise. He told me advertised the job at $15 per hour and that was what he was paying, but I told him the new gal would be an idiot to accept a decrease in pay to work for him, coming from a job that had bennies and higher pay scale. He relented and agreed to pay me what she gets paid. That came up to 2.5%. I decided to take it. I agreed to 20 hours a week MAX during the summer. I am not interested in full time employment, or working for free. I will need to evaluate what I intend to do with the income. I feel a passport vacay may be in the works.

I really would rather work for Wendy, she is a christian and carries these morals and values on the job. However, there isn't a place for me there. So I will take this opportunity to bring Christ back to the office. Not one person there didn't know where I stood. Maybe God isn't finished there.