Yesterday I was all fun and playful, today I'm all frustrated and ticked off. Oh no...am I schizophrenic?? Maybe not. Years ago, I went to college with the idea of becoming a minister. Somewhere along the way, a marriage that went South and many other things I'm not too proud of, I ran away fast from this "calling". Heck, I even served as a camp counselor and youth minister during college and served as interim pastor at a small church for about 2 years after college. When I ran, I became a cop. That was something else I always wanted to do. Stayed a cop for 10 and 1/2 years. Became one because I wanted to help the "little guy". Problem is, I also tried to help the little guys in the dept. against the administration and the city officials. Wow, even when you do well on promotional exams, you can still not get promoted! Imagine that! lol Well, now here I am in this industry which I really love. 5 years ago, I went back to divinity school. I loved it, but 1/2 a semester into it, a full timer quit and I had to take back over the reins so to speak. I remember telling the dean of the school that I felt good about everything. I also remember telling him that if I was screwing up by leaving school, that if the "Man upstairs" (so as not to offend anyone by using His name), still wanted me in the ministry, my business would never survive. I have worked hard on this business, yet I still struggle every day. I have a great reputation as being one of the best in the area, yet my phone still does not ring as often as it should and I am coming off the slowest 2 week period I have ever had in peak season. Rather than getting busier, I seem to be getting less busy. Then today, a nice size mold job that I am given preliminary go ahead by local management at an apt. complex, gets snatched away. The District Manager slammed the door in my face (not literally) without even trying to meet with me and gave it to somebody else FROM OUT OF TOWN (which is where he lives). He has a copy of my credentials and a list of references for mold work, yet he never even considered me! They did tell me to send them a bill for what I have already done as far as inspections, some containment and removal of soaking wet, mold infested carpet from one unit. However, several hundred dollars does not compare to several thousand dollars!!
Oh well, sorry Rick for rambling on. Am I looking for advice? I don't know, maybe so! What I'm really looking for is someone to give me the answer!! lol
So...what do I do? Continue on or interpret these setbacks as someone's way of tellling me to get my act together at 44 years of age and do what I felt called to do at 18? What? You don't know the answer? Well, shucks! I was hoping you did! Cause I sure don't!! I guess I'll keep pushing a wand and a Cimex (or is that a Cimex and a wand?)
until either I figure it out or drop dead from (hopefully) old age!!
Thanks for letting me talk to myself on this here forum. Geez, maybe I am schizo!! Nah.