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Originally Posted by RM
Auburn Annie,
I think there could be a potential 'business model' in providing those services to others.
I'm still trying to balance my check book.
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Heh - my grown children plus siblings keep me plenty busy. Today I re-uploaded a resume for a job for my unemployed youngest sister who has no computer. It had been done once before but "vanished" in the ether of the state labor department's site, so I sent it direct to the temp firm handling the job she's applying for. What with fact-checking her pay from 1990s jobs and other stuff that took an hour, including a follow-up call to the temp agency to let them know they might have a problem with their openings getting directed elsewhere via an incorrect website on the job description.
There actually are folks who either organize your life or just your finances or your medical bills or your clothes closet etc. It's just that I've been doing that for so long that it's not fun any more. I love a challenge - did my own taxes for years - but you reach a point when it becomes work (as in Maynard G. Krebs exclaiming in alarm "WORK!") I'm ready to shift gears downward. It would have to be a REALLY exciting job to get me interested.
When you go from setting your own work schedule, pausing to change from one task to another as you want, to being on someone else's schedule and track, it chafes and irritates. I wore a name badge for 22 years and didn't mind it, but I also filled out my own timecard each week, coded my own time off etc. I came in early more often than not, sometimes stayed late, took breaks when I felt like it - and truth be told they owed me about 6 weeks pay for breaks never taken - and went to lunch at a time of my choosing, depending on how busy I was.
When I returned briefly to my former employer as a non-manager in a different department, I had an ID slung around my neck which I used to clock in and out, with a five minute window (can't come in early or, of course, too late.) When they decided in the last 15 minutes of the 60 day limit not to keep me on, there was nothing quite so satisfying as that last swipe at the timeclock before dropping off the ID at the manager's desk. My blood pressure returned to normal within a week.