Ground hog mate, I'm envious, I wish I could get your prices. Well maybe I could but I haven't got the balls to ask for them.
I go and look at a new job, and I think mmm, £20, I go round again to make sure. OK £20 it is. I go and tell her the price, "it will be £15 with the conservatory". she is happy with my price, I'm thinking, who said that? It was £20, I had worked out the price at £20, but my mouth has suddenly developed a mind of it's own. Now I'm too old to kick myself in the mouth, but that's what I feel like doing.
In that split second between my brain saying "20 and my mouth saying 15 the gremlin has stepped in and said she'll never pay that round here.
I have more than enough work. I have nothing to lose by asking for a higher price, I also have a conscience that hangs like a millstone around my neck.
The self perceived or probably misconceived image of honest Dai has cost me dear over the years. it has lead me to undersell myself out of fear of ripping someone off.
We are all different.
Would I like more money? of course I would, but I think I'm happy, and know I'm lucky, and feel satisfied with a £120 day. How do you put a price on contentment? Dai
PS I once knew a girl that could make £500 a day without getting out of bed