Contemplations

Iím hosed. Iím at home this day; away from the busy chaos most people rally to celebrate every morning, called coffee. Despite my passions for such cherries of the Arabica, I find it strangely ironic. The company I work for used to be the one company I despised. Iíve always cheered the underdog. Iíve often been the underdog, but now, Iím in charge of the beast.

What is truly remarkable to mention though, is how amazed I am with the slick company procedures and systems that have made Starbucks the premier purveyor of fine coffees. Itís remarkable how efficiently things run in the background like clockwork ñ somehow just happening as if pixies magically placed orders and ran payroll.

All this to say, ìIíve become the one I hated.î In my 32 years, Iíve come to very few absolute conclusions. One of those is that I donít want to run my own business again. Itís way too much work for far too little monetary reward (though the feeling of accomplishment far outweighs the paycheck).

Another, more profound lesson might be that I really donít want to work at all. Itíd be great to have a substantial cash pool set aside so I can spend time with my kids, give my wife whatever it is she desires, and travel when I need to get away from life. Which brings me back to the first sentence of this blog.

Iím pretty hosed in that Iím about to embark on a journey to live and work in one of the finest resort areas in the world, where I will possibly struggle to make ends meet, thus pulling farther away from my goal of having a cash pool. Donít get me wrong. Iím okay with it. Itís just; I thought Iíd be much further along in my achievement of that goal by age 32.

Maybe.