I’ve been wanting to write again for awhile but didn’t feel I had anything special to say.

I’m still at the lady’s house who was in the hospital.  She’s a real sweet person and I’m enjoying it.  I come or go more of less as I please but I make sure to be home by dinner time most nights and I spend much of my mornings with her as well, having breakfast and chatting.

She pays me very well for not doing much.  I feel guilty taking the money but I take it.  I’m saving a lot of it.  One of these days I’ll buy a newer van.  I need to get the brakes fixed on the current van in the meantime.  Hopefully it will be a fairly inexpensive job.

I don’t know how long this job will last.  I have another short gig toward the end of the month so that might be a natural cutoff point for this job.  OR she may want me to come back again.  She is doing better, getting out to get her hair done and things like that, so she may be ready to go it alone soon.  We shall see.  I want her to get well and be a happy.

I have been hemming and hawing for a few months about taking the next steps in my business.  The reason is I am afraid of not doing a good job.  There will be a certain amount of winging it at first because of a lack of experience and formal training.  But others have winged it before and I’m sure some of them have come out ok.  I am very conscientious at jobs.  It’s been a blessing and a curse at all my jobs.  A blessing because it helps me do well.  A curse because I feel every error keenly.  And this is what is keeping me from moving forward.  Fear of mistakes.

But what can be done.  Everyone makes mistakes.

Last thought, although I’m still a free-sleeper (I’m actually getting paid to sleep if you think about it….I’m a paid-sleeper) but I don’t feel homeless at all.  The homeless people around town whose faces I used to recognize are receding into the background other than a few people I like who are respectable.  I don’t feel guilty about it either.  I drag myself out of bed everyday and work.  It’s not hard work but I’m consistent with it and for the last couple of months I haven’t taken much in the way of free food etc.  I’ve been self supporting.  I’ve been diligent.  Some of those folks I’m supposed to feel sorry for aren’t really trying.  And to top it off some of them have been rather mean to me.  So why feel bad for them?

I KNOW I have been blessed.  I’m not bragging at all when I say God gave me a decent brain and he inspired someone to tell me about the line of work I am in.  He has helped me a lot to meet the right people and things like that.  He has helped me stay healthy.  I’m sure though that God has given these other folks opportunities too.  Some of them just refuse to change their ways at all.  They are very stubborn.  It’s hard to keep a job when you let the boss know you think he’s an idiot you know?  (for instance)

Ok, so on that negative note, I’m going to sign off for a while.  If anyone has questions please feel free to ask.  Take care.

About Maureen, Living in a Van

I'm a free-sleeper living in a van in the prettiest part of the world. I do this partly due to financial circumstances and partly because I love a good adventure.
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4 Responses to Paid-Sleeping

  1. Ryu says:

    Good for you! I’d just go for it on your business. Everyone improvises. Maybe right down what could happen, what you’ll do then. The more experience you get, the fewer surprises there will be.

    I would bet that the lady lets you go after awhile. May as well ride the train while its running. Certainly it won’t stay that way forever.

    • Maureen says:

      Yes, I think I will be moving on in around 10 days. She’s paying me a ridiculous amount of money for doing nothing. Ah well, I’ll bet there are a lot of people that have that going on for decades.

      Ya just need to go for it with my business. I suspect my instincts plus improvisations might lead to new discoveries. Sometimes being an almost blank slate can have its advantages.

  2. Ryu says:

    You sure? One can never go back. Once you’re gone, it’ll never be the same again. Either she’ll find another person or she’ll try to eliminate the need.

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