Neighbor C listed house with another agent.

Our longtime neighbor and a family friend dating back to my childhood listed her house for sale with another agent and not my wife M. Once again, the people who were part of my life when I was a kid have given business to a stranger rather than my family. Honestly, it is indicative of the people in my life when I was a child as compared to the friends we’ve made in the past decade, Who haven’t hesitated to give wife M their business… One of the things I love about being an adult is the wisdom and freedom to choose who can and will be in my life. When you are a kid, you are kind of trapped with the people around you without the option of picking up and changing to a better community… I am a tiny bit disappointed and bitter about all my so – called friends who have not supported my family (especially when a few of them we’re happy to accept my familys help, including this neighbor, whose son my wife found a job for when he was unemployed), but more than that I am very happy for the people I have surrounded myself with as an adult. I appreciate the friend who brought us dinner when I was sick, and the multiple friends who have been there for wife M at Various times. In short, I am very grateful for the people I have met these past 10 to 15 years and this neighbor moving away means I have one less person from my past to think about, which isn’t a bad thing :-)).

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Neighbor C listed house with another agent.

A lunchtime walk in the suburbs…

I love lunch time walks.  It gets me out of the office, gives my mind a break and gets my blood pumping.  But I don’t like walking in the suburbs, where so many offices are located.  There are few choices of roads, and usually at some point there is a stretch of road with no sidewalks and quite a few cars.  The streets are usually stip malls with lots of traffic, or wooded streets with one road in, one road out, and row after row of 20 year old houses with prominent garages (who thought of making a garage the primary focus of the front of the house, anyway?  What happened to the days of tucking garages below or in the back?). In short, the walks in the suburbs are — for me — boring and slightly dangerous…  I love the city. I love walking along a grid, where I can turn right or left at the end of any street, where there are shops and people and tall buildings and brick buildings and old buildings mixed in with new buildings.  It is interesting, vibrant and offers different routes. And if I walk too far?  I just hop a bus back — piece of cake.  I am a city boy at heart, one who loves to live in the city and take trips out into the country — not the other way around — and would be more than happy to skip the suburbs all together.  

A lunchtime walk in the suburbs…

At a crossroads…

I am not in a great company.  My boss was fired, there are a lot of personal agendas combined with some clownish characters in power, and I learned this week that my new compensation plan essentially caps me at less than what I am accustomed to earning.  But I have a decent title in a large brand name, and frankly I am tired of the job changes as my industry addresses various pressures through restructuring and consolidation.

But I have an offer in front of me with what I believe is a better quality but much smaller company with staying power (it has weathered two recessions).  I would be an IC, which is good and bad.  It is a step down as far as company brand names goes, but on the other hand I’ve learned over the years that I thrive in small companies that need an ifusion of revenue – there are less politics and personal agendas to distract me from what I am very very good at – Sales in general and Business Development in particular.

What to do?  I am leaning towards the small company. It is my calling, and I’ve always been an outlier.  I just have to get comfortable with the idea.

    

At a crossroads…