Sometimes I feel like I'm leading a double life. There's the life I enjoy at the office, where I'm part of a team and I feel like I'm really building toward something. And then there's my home life, where my wife is in a constant panic that we are going to lose the farm (even though we have never been late on a payment). My wife is risk adverse, has a low tolerence for uncertainty and I don't think she will ever feel comfortable until I get a job that comes with a salary... yuck. Between us, my two partners and I have just under ten million in listings. And while I consider myself, at this stage of the game, to be the working poor. I think our listings indicate that we are at least working toward something. But at home, insted of being respected as the king of my castle, I'm treated like the "king of the road".
"I sing, Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road."
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