Posts Tagged ‘blue-collar’
Total Black: $227.70
Total Red: $226,634.40
I’m reminded of days (or should I say nights) as an associate at the law firm. I’m working late again tonight and I need to be in early tomorrow for a meeting. (Do contract attorneys attend meetings?) Pressure is increasing as the pace picks up, but so is responsibility. I’m handling more and more substantive tasks. The only drawback to it all is that once the project ends, I won’t really have anything to show for my time except a paystub. Keep reading . . .
Total Black: $94.32
Total Red: $226,478.27
I read further in Mind Over Money this afternoon during down time at the theatre; I worked as Greater again. Since the authors, Ted and Brad Klontz, are father and son, they benefit from unique insights into their own family’s financial histories and each others. Something the father wrote reminded me of a refrain my mother repeat often in my youth: wear and tear on the car.
Total Black: $88.80
Total Red: $230,621.20
The focus of this blog has strayed a bit afield of late. I started on this path with two goals: to eliminate my debt in a year and to blog about debt, my efforts to get out of debt, and all things debt-related in general. Perhaps I’ve let the blog devolve into a bit of an online journal. That isn’t the focus. While chronicling my efforts to get out of of debt are a component, I started the blog as a means to an end, not as an end in itself. I need to keep that at the forefront because I think I’ve found myself slipping into the blogdom a bit too much lately. Keep reading . . .
Total Black: $65.42
Total Red: $230,428.97
No, not a Dolly Parton gig (but I’ve provided the song anyway for your listening enjoyment!).
Just the routine I’m writing about here. It’s been keeping me busy, as the commenters noted. They beat me to this post, if you will, as I’m actually writing this two days after posting my financials. My work schedule has been hectic lately and it got me thinking a bit about work schedules, past and present.
I don’t think I’ve ever had a nine to five job before now. I’ve worked as a paperboy, a dishwasher, a supermarket cashier, a sales clerk, a telemarketer (both cold-calling and catalog orders), a high school teacher while serving as a Peace Corps volunteer, a teacher’s aid and a research assistant, and a law firm associate. Since starting this project I can ad art seller, contract attorney, and theatre usher to that list. None of those jobs had me working a set nine to five shift, until now. I think that explains a little why I was unhappy at the law firm. My entire working life has been sporadic and without routine. But now I’m finding that incorporating other gigs into my routine really fills a hole I never noticed was there. Keep reading . . .
Total Black: $75.45
Total Red: $228,312.40
Just a year ago, Dalton Conley penned a New York Times op-ed piece titled “Rich Man’s Burden.” He noted that, in an era of Blackberries and internet, Labor Day meant very little for white-collar Americans. “[I]t is now the rich,” he wrote, “who are the most stressed out and the most likely to be working the most. Perhaps for the first time since we’ve kept track of such things, higher-income folks work more hours than lower-wage earners do.” What a difference a year makes. Keep reading . . .
Total Black: $93.50
Total Red: $228,370.88
One significant difference that I’ve noticed between white-collar and blue-collar work: stress-inducing versus stress-reducing. White-collar work seems fraught with veritable landmines of stress. That many white-collar workers must insure themselves against malpractice speaks to the quantity of stress some professions produce. Many doctors, quite literally, hold their patient’s life in their hands. For lawyers that can be true as well, and if not in a criminal defense case then at least the client’s livelihood or financial life. And where corporations go, lawyers, accountants, and business executives hold the company’s life in their hands. Arthur Anderson and Enron no longer exist. Same for Merrill Lynch and Lehman Brothers Keep reading . . .