Money Monday
The relaxation, bliss and good food that made it a great weekend are now but a memory, and Monday’s here. Monday sucks. ‹singing› I don’t like Mondays.‹/singing› A few weekend things tried to drag me into reality, but I bookmarked them for reading today. Most of them relate to money. A morning chat with Quicken reminded me about them.
I love my work. I love the direct interaction with my clients and the feeling of accomplishment when I get good results for them. Living in California is expensive. Opening a business in a skidding economy sucks. Too many friends are un(der)employed for me to think this is unique to me and my situtation. I never want to work in someone else’s law firm again. I don’t want to leave California in general and San Diego in particular.
So, this weekend and this morning, with Quicken trying to remind me yet again that despite good business, reserves for cash flow crises’ are not yet what they should be, I read a lot of other bad money news:
A series of articles on the rough times in the New York Times Magazine. I thought the Matthew Brzezinski piece was particularly good, as was the Harris Collingwood article on the ‘sink-or-swim economy.’
Similar thoughts were made more personal by Jhames’ Saturday post. His story hits too close to home, and even though I finally have some health insurance, his listing of Vinnie’s expenses, and Jeff’s reporting on Hannah’s unexpected weekend medical bills, just serve to remind me of Pongo’s costs and potential costs. When he was chomped on last year the medical bills totalled over $1000. Despite the fact that the other dog’s owners eventually paid the direct costs, it was only through the intervention and cash flow of some wonderful people that he was able to get medical care that night.
So this morning, more than many mornings, it was helpful to see some good news. A small business where the owners seem to love their work AND do well financially. Wow. Don’t hear about those often enough these days, especially among my circle of friends. Maybe there is hope. Light of unknown source at the end of the tunnel and all that.
