Monday, October 10, 2005

What a humbling weekend.

On Friday, I had a terrible day at work. My boss accused me of being a liar. My clients were pissed that I couldn't have crews on their jobsite.

Thursday, October 06, 2005

(Guys and gals, this blog below is one in which I am giving my random, honest thoughts, not meant to toot my horn. Wait until you get to the end to pass judgment)

Why do I try so hard?

Historical Context:

Since I was a young lad, my dad has done the blessed thing of teaching me a hard work ethic. I worked for him in construction through ,my high school summers until I was a senior. Then I went to work for a machine shop in Gilbert, coming in as a parts pusher (Loading parts and hitting the green button), I worked myself up to shop foreman in a little less than a year and a half. I worked from wee-houred mornings to late nights. Some weeks, I'd work 60-70- hours on my feet. I was lead programmer in less than 3 years.

After that, I went to work for a networking cable company that my buddy' s uncle owned. I was the hardest working laborer they had seen in a long time. I had caught up to their lead laborer within weeks and surpassed his productivity after that. They didn't pay me for 3 weeks so my time was short there.

From there, God blessed me with a job at Hancock Communities as a detailer. There, I had to work 40 or less hours per week so I worked very diligently to get the punch list done quickly. I was the most detailed detailer. In fact, I would get in trouble because when I was done punching out a house (putting blue tape on wrong things), the walls would look like some sort of mosaic of blue tape with hints of paint behind them.

One of my brothers gave me a call to work with the current employer I am with now and I made the switch. I was the office copy guy. I picked up plans, copied them, returned them, and picked up checks. I worked hard to show myself approved...a "hard working American". Within 6 months, I was promoted into Business Development Coordinator (A marketing position in which I had NO experience). I began the really long days and nights, fighting to prove myself to the world around me. Before I knew it, I was managing the entire estimating process, including directly managing 7 team members. The opportunity formy current position came up and this is where I am now. 3 and a half years.

Here's where the lesson begins:

God has blessed me sooooo much in my life. My hard work (And Jesus, of course) has paid for and covered-up my shortcomings on every occasion. I find myself working 60-70 hours a week right now in my current position. I have literally worked myself into being sick. (Pray for me 'cause I'm going hunting this weekend and don't want to make it a miserable trip for my father-in-law or dad...Thanks) I find myself getting home too late to spend real time with Angela and Trinity. While I am at work, the thought of being away from Angela and Trinity really bums me out. I want to be at home. I want to see Trinity grow. The sad part is...none of the stuff I do at my employer is going to last beside the ministry I do. This ministry constitutes probably less than 2% of the time I spend here. I mean really, construction is a futile process. We're spending millions of dollars on something that is going to be annihilated in the end.

So, the question that I began this post with BEGS to be asked: Why do I try so hard?

Jesus, help me keep my life into perspective. Provide a way for me to spend quality time with the family you have given me. I love you. Amen.