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But I don't want to bore you with all the details of all the many
odd jobs I had. I just want to let you know that I wasn't born rich
and that I actually shed blood, sweat, and tears just trying to live
on my own. Those jobs all had one thing in common. They were all
Real Work and I hated every minute while watching the clock and
waiting for the end of the day to come.
It didn't take me long to realize I wasn't meant
to have a boss in life. I didn't like taking orders back then and I
still don't like taking orders now. And that's part of the reason
why I listed so many different jobs of mine up above. I used to get
sick and tired of jobs faster than most people. So I'd end up
getting fired or quitting sometimes after only one week of working.
There were a few occasions where I just walked
off a job without even telling anyone I was leaving and never coming
back! I would seriously just wait until nobody was paying attention
to me and I'd just walk right out the front door and go home. Home
was where I like to be. Home was a place where I felt safe, relaxed,
and happy.
Yes, I was really good at getting jobs, but not so good at staying
with them and being committed to them. Home was just such a better
place to be. So looking back, it's really no surprise that one day
after walking off a job, I stopped at a computer store and bought a
cheap computer with money I didn't have. I had one credit card left
that wasn't over its limit and I used that one credit card to live
off for the next 3 weeks while I sat at that computer determined to
figure out how to make it spit out pound notes.
No Luck! For nearly a year I tried every internet money-making
opportunity I could get my hands on. But I just kept racking up more
debt. Six months later, I was in some major debt and desperately
struggling. Any sane person would have gone out and gotten a job.
But to me, a job was not an option. I seriously would have rather
been in prison than had a job. At least in prison you can sit down
and relax. Ok, well on second thoughts, I wouldn't want to be in
prison either. But I think you're starting to understand just how
much I hated having a regular job. Having a boss seemed as close to
a prison sentence as I can imagine.
So I just sat at that computer all day long and I answered as many
of those ‘opportunity ads’ you see in the back of small business
magazines as I could find. I tried every money-making scheme I came
across. If you sold a get-rich-quick scheme, I would have been an
easy sale for you at that time.
I tried offline businesses as well as online businesses, but they
always turned out to be nothing but lies. And I kept falling for
every one of them. It was official. I was an opportunity junkie. If
there was such a thing as opportunity junkies anonymous, I probably
needed to be there.
But as bad as things got, I was one stubborn mule! I knew I'd rather
be homeless than work a day job. At least I knew what I didn't want
to do. Looking back, knowing what I didn't want was actually a step
in the right direction. So I just kept on trying more business
opportunities. I tried them all. I experimented with different ways
of doing them and I tested and re-tested each one.
Remember, I'm not a lucky person and what I was about to discover
wasn't luck. I discovered a recipe for success. Yes siree, I had
found the exact ingredients for a serious cash income!
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