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Part-Time Work? Ha!


I knew working two days a week would be hectic. Trying to fit five days of craziness into two was going to be tough, but I was ready to take on a little stress in exchange for more time with the kiddo.

This week, my counterpart was diagnosed with cancer and has resigned.

The department head pulled me into a meeting and asked for my advice on how to deal with the situation. There are only two folks who know how to do our jobs – me and her. Even if they hired someone today, I don’t have time to train them. We have a 1/2 person doing a two man job.

The problem? They totally screwed me on my earnings a few months ago and I’m still mad. I felt like saying, “Drop 20K onto my annual salary and we’ll talk” but I have the world’s tiniest backbone and found myself saying, “If you need me, I’ll be there.”

This, my dear friends, is why I’ll never be a millionaire. Millionaires push harder.

I should know by next week what they decide. My debt will be happy, but I won’t be.

My B of A Oops Moment…


Over the weekend, my brother celebrated his 40th birthday by throwing a party in a suite at the Hard Rock Hotel in downtown San Diego. Between our family and his friends, the place was packed. The music was awesome, the food was delicious, and it should have been a good night. Should.

My sister and I sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi tub chatting away while enjoying the skyline views across downtown. I’m not sure how it happened, but the subject of Bank of America was brought up. My sister recently financed a car through them and of course, I ‘kindly’ told her she was an idiot to finance through them. I ‘may’ have also said I’d rather die than owe “those life sucking *%@&#%’s an ounce of my future earnings.”

My sister, who knows about my 18 month long fight with B of A, smiled an evil smile and egged me on. “Why don’t you stop paying them?”

“And further my relationship with the devil?!?! I’m not going to sink as low as those scum suckers!” I raged on.

She grinned, knowing I’d explode into a 30 minute ‘show’.

In the middle of my tirade, I happened to notice someone taking an interest in my ‘I hate B of A’ speech. Rather than shut my mouth, I ranted for a few minutes longer to my sister and we moved on to more interesting topics like gastritis, carrot cake, and cancer.

My sister excused herself to use the restroom and the person who was showing an odd interest in my tirade came up to me and said, ‘Hi, my name is Wade. That’s my wife Karen. I’ve known James for 20 years. And I work for Bank of America… in the mortgage division.’

I responded, ‘Hi, my name is Rebekah. That’s my husband Chris. James is my brother. And I enjoy putting my foot in my mouth.’

Wade is a laid back guy, but it’s a little hard to rebound from my claim that all B of A employees are ‘horrific scum suckers.’ He tried to explain that B of A is doing the best they can do and losing client forms is a common occurrence. He encouraged me to keep trying and wished me a good night.

Losing forms is common? Keep trying?

So. Sorry to my brother. Sorry to Wade – a non-scum sucker.

But I still hate Bank of America.