Plan B, part C

Ah poverty, what a relief it was.... well not really. I have good memories of being poor. Not just poor...but desperately poor, in the hole for about $70,000, and earning about $7.00 an hour. Actually it was less. I think I graduated with an MBA and could only find a job for minimum wage at the local sewer department in Terre Haute Indiana.... If you know Terre Haute Indiana you can make up your own joke here.

My wife and I had student loans of about 55k, and a car loan for about 11k, and about 4k in credit card debt. What assets did we have? We had a pick-up truck, a beat up escort with 150k miles on it....and (sigh) love......

We lived in a converted motel, it looked a lot like the motel in psycho, except our rooms weren't as nice. Next door was the city graveyard.... again, make up your own joke here. Ellen was finishing up her bachelors and I was finished with my Masters degree. However, there were no jobs, nada, nil. Sort of like now, but worse.

For fun we would walk our dog through the graveyard. One time, as we were walking through the graveyard I turned to her and said: "You know, we are going to look back on this time in our life as one of the happiest times in our life." She looked at me like I had two heads, and smiled and said, "You are probably right."

Damn tooting I was right.

I think people are made for impossible tasks. It makes us give up hope, and simply survive. Buddhism has nothing on futility for peace of mind. I didn't have to stare at my naval to submerge my ego. I had the sewer department of Terre Haute Indiana. Oh by the way I was let go of that job.......