The Story of My History In Business – Part 3 – Moving Out
This is the next installment in an ongoing series where I talk about my history in business, starting all the way back when I was a child to now, my mid-forties. Feel free to read parts zero, one, and two if you haven’t yet to get some context.
We last left off in 1990 when I was 18 years old, desperate to move out of my house…
After high school ended I couldn’t wait to get some income so I could move the hell out, away from the rules of my parents. I got along fine with my parents and always have, but that didn’t matter. I hated living in a place where I was subject to their rules even though I was a legal adult. I needed to be free. I needed to get the hell out of there.
Using a DOS spreadsheet program on my dad’s crappy computer, I made a budget, estimating how much I would need to pay my own rent without a roommate (the last thing I wanted was a fucking roommate; that’s almost as bad as living with family), utilities, automobile expenses, and groceries.
The good news is that I had no debt, not even a car payment. (I drove a crappy, 13 year-old Toyota Supra with a failing transmission.) The other good news was that I didn’t care where I lived in the region; I didn’t need to live downtown, or even close to downtown, where rent was much higher. I was happy to live out in the suburbs where things weren’t as expensive. It would be boring, but at least I wouldn’t be living at home anymore and I would be free to live my life.
The bad news was that the total amount of money I needed (I don’t remember the exact figures) required me to get a full time job that was well above minimum wage. So working at McDonalds or doing landscaping like many of my teenage buddies wasn’t going to cut it. I would have to leapfrog right into the corporate world, and do so without a college degree. I knew college was bullshit and worse, it would simply delay the time it would take me to get to my six-figure income that I so desperately desired. (I had no idea how right I was, as I discovered a few years later.)
The rest of the story is at my now defunct old business blog, about how I got that magical first corporate job as the youngest employee in a company with 400 people, at age 18 with no college degree, no contacts, no people skills, and almost no job experience. Take a minute and read it here:
You can’t comment over at that blog but I will answer about that article here today.
In the next installment, I’ll describe exactly what happened at that job, as well as me starting my first part-time business.