In the past couple weeks I’ve begun my transition from working in an office to getting out and seeing customers. The day goes by faster, but it’s really taking a toll on my sleep schedule. In order to do outside sales in southern California, I have to drive all over the place. I’ve been to San Bernadino, Downtown, the South Bay, and Orange County. This won’t all be my territory to cover, but for the interim while I’m learning, I’m going everywhere. In order to get everywhere, I have to get an early start to beat out traffic.
Tomorrow I have to be at one of the major breweries in Los Angeles at 7:00 AM. I’m going to bed now so I can wake up in time to get there. My body and mind don’t even know how to go to bed this early. We’ll see how well I function tomorrow. I may need to crack a beer for an eye opener. Fortunately I’m going to the right place for that.
I sometimes wonder if I’m too old to be living in my parents’ home.
I pay a good chunk of the mortgage on this new house, so I’m not completely riding for free. My employer is my dad, so carpooling to work when we can saves money and helps the environment. My parents and I get along really well, and I come and go as I please. With this economy the way it is, it seems foolish to try to set out on my own right now. Do I really need to get out and spread my wings?
Then my mom sends me this email.
I left you some spaghetti I fried from my lunch on the stove if you want it for dinner. The sauce is in the frig – you’ll have to heat it separately. The container the sauce is in is NOT suitable for the microwave.
I’m about to leave the house.
I should really get out of here, even if it’s just so that I don’t lose my ability to call myself a man. Or maybe it’s time to build a basement in the house with an entrance to the outside. Then I can tell people I have my own place, which just happens to be below my parents’ place.