With the weight of going back to a comission job weighing over my head, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have some doubting moments since I made my decision. But today I had a thought:

When I sold cars before, if I had a night where I just felt like a steak, I had a steak. Was I eating at Ruth Chris every night? Absolutely not. But I had the money that if I wanted to go to Logan’s or Outback and indulge in a meaty delight, it was nothing. Considering we’ve been eating 99 percent of our meals at home, and purchasing them in the cheapest ways possible to begin with, it shows a big difference in what my earning potential is at a dealer. I dunno about you guys, but starting again in September, I’m having steak!