Busy, Busy

Life is busy these days.  Mostly work.  Lots and lots of work.  Long hours traveling as well as time at the office.  It’s good to be busy and it’s really good to have a job. 

Time has to be reorganized and reallocated.   Finances also need to be recalculated, new budgets figured and expenses cut where possible. 

It’s been a long time since I had to work two jobs.  In fact, as I think about it, almost exactly 10 years have passed since I first took on a second job.  We had just gone through a messy financial situation with a business that had gone down the drain and ended up with a lot of debt.  But through it all, our credit remained good and we were able to buy a house. 

By renting out the basement and building furniture in the garage, we were able to make ends meet and keep our creditors at bay.  Suddenly we feel as poor and busy as we did then.  We do have the little soap business, which, so far has paid for itself.  But it’s becoming clear that a second job is inevitable. 

Furniture manufacturing is again surfacing as the best option:  I already have all the tools, I have the space, my dad is willing to help, and it’s something I’m good at.  It makes sense and it’s a good way to make money in all the spare minutes I have in a day. 

All the spare minutes – haha.  I’ll have to find some.  I think writing has to go.  Not completely; I’d go crazy quick if I let writing go completely.  But almost completely for sure. 

Well my few minutes are spent.  Time to get on a plane.  Busy, busy.

Waiting

Some people hate the TSA.  I personally think they do a pretty good job and have only one complaint, Why?  Why do I have to get to the airport so dang early?  TSA suggests you be at the airport 2 hours prior to your flight.  This is so if everything goes wrong and you get stopped or delayed at every possible checkpoint, you can still make your flight.   But what about the 5 out of 6 times when everything goes perfectly, or close to it?  That’s my problem not theirs.

Last week, I was leaving Ontario, California.  I left the hotel a couple of minutes late.  Then the GPS would not accept the address to the car rental location.  Okay, I can do this.

Once I calmed down and started moving, and thanks in a great part to some well-placed signage, I made it in just a few minutes.  At the car drop off, I got directions to the airport shuttle and, less than 8 minutes later, I was walking through the terminal, looking for some place to kill almost two full hours.  But that was my problem, not theirs.

I survived and got some important work done but couldn’t help thinking about how I could still be laying in my comfortable hotel bed, sleeping.  Again, my problem.

When I was younger, and there was no TSA and you kept your shoes and belt on when you passed through security, I would get to the airport 30 minutes or less before the departure time.  Never once did I miss a flight (though one time I did cause a friend to miss a flight).

I’m not as young and carefree as I was then.  When the TSA says 2 hours, I do what they say.  For now I’m obeying this rule and spending some time sitting, and working, and writing, and thinking in air terminals.   It’s not a terrible problem.