Happy Monday: Motivation

Mondays can really suck, right? In all this new business planning, I've thought about what my working hours would be. I feel like I need to set a schedule, just so I can have something to hold me accountable to the job. I'm a sucker for long weekends - travel out on Thursday, come back in on Monday. It's funny that when I do the math, it only leaves me Tuesday and Wednesday to work. Talk about a two day workweek and five day weekend. I don't think that will work too well. Exact working hours will soon be determined, as I should be about to officially go public with the business. Yay!

So, for those of us who have to do this thing called work (whatever kind it may be) on Mondays, I'm going to try to post a little something to motivate me through the week. These little happies will vary - anything from a small something I actually get to a big something I hope to one day get.

You know how us Southerners like things big. Big hair. Big trucks. Big dreams. Here's my big dream:

Source: http://www.automobilemag.com/features/lists/0704_2007_porsche_911_cabriolet/index.html

Ever since the good ol' days of Beverly Hills, 90210, I've wanted a Porsche. Dylan was my dream man, and he had a dream car. Then, I got my beloved Ava. People started telling me about German cars, German engineers, German everything, and how awesome it is. I've got to tell you: you can't beat the reliability of a Honda, but there really is something about driving a German car that make my heart smile. Maybe it's my engineer's brain? The controls in the car just make sense to me. (Sorry, Allie the Acura, but I still get confused about how to unlock the doors.)

When Black Velveteen got totaled, I seriously considered buying a Porsche. I found the Cayman, which was around $50,000 for the base model. Definitely more than I wanted to spend on a car, but I also had a hefty down payment from my insurance money and I was working three jobs. Also, the Acura I was looking at was going to be close to that price. I didn't go so far as to test drive, as building and pricing were all I needed to do to realize that beauty was going to cost way more than $50K!

Since one of my jobs was a bartender, I did not want to be driving a Porsche to work, and have my customers realize it was my car. And, I figured people would think I was a real asshole for buying one. So, I didn't. And I decided to wait until later for my dream car.

When I started massage school, one of our homework assignments was to make a collage of things that motivated us to follow through with the program and career. I never got that far in the course due to other reasons that even a Porsche couldn't cure, but that collage was going to have this car front and center on it.

I know it's frivolous, and I could be spending that amount of money on much more important things, but what can I say? I have a thing for pretty, black, German, cars.