so you were talking about my ideology, eh?
well, let's see...
you accuse me of being a 'broke dick' with my 'hand out'...funny thing about that is my job pays less than my unemployment insurance used to.
also, i do not qualify for food stamps anymore. not that i used them, i just signed up for them to make my medical card that much cheaper to obtain.
reconcile those facts with me being a broke dick with my hand out, if you would please.
i really don't have to be making that $10 an hour either. i could still support myself on my side gig of supplying organic products to a brimming customer base. and i will be going back to that full time, eventually.
so please, do rant about your work ethic. i'd love to hear you try to explain how you work harder than me.
Well let's see...I can't brag about food stamps, min wage or unemployment insurance so this will be hard.
I got scholarships to go to school, transferred and still double majored in buisness in 4 years.
I then graduated in a mini recession so worked for free for 9 months just to get something on my resume.
Then took a job I didn't want just to afford to get out of the house because it was comparable to BIG 5 experience at the time.
I spent 60% of my time on an airplane living out of suit case...my beloved first apartment felt like another hotel as I was never quite unpacked.
I used that on my resume to get a little closer to what I wanted to do to go to work for a firm that still wasn't "the dream", but I knew would be unparalled experience.
There, I averaged 90-100 hour weeks, skipping weekends and eating at my desk on Sundays, routinely going 60 days without a day off. The pay was shit considering the stress, time and utter hazing. I would pull 48 hour shifts going home only to shower and change regularly waking up at 3 am to have conference calls with London. Even when I was home...I was working all the time. My friends were drinking. I could only smoke rarely because I had to be that focused. I literally could not afford one iota of short term memory loss. As mentally tough as I think I am, it was here I had my first and only panick attack. They slotted me for a large porfolio and when I said I needed vacation time to help with a charity event, gave them ample notice...they said no. I had not used a sick day or vacation day in 2 years and held my ground as I committed my time about a year prior. They fired me that day. I had another job in 12 hours.
I went to a competing firm where I was a manager responsible for over $2 billion a year in transactions. I made more and worked a little less, but I probably made more decisions in 10 minutes than you made in your entire life. My production level was 60% higher than second place at the company.
Finally, I got the opportunity to get on origination side at a different firm (the dream), but had to work 2 years under the top man (now CEO) shoveling his shit and being treated like a piece of fuckmeat. Once again...utter hazing just to get a shot. The amount of multi-tasking was unbelievable. After being yelled at, I finally told my boss..."my brain can handle more, but unless I sprout more arms and a second head...I'm maxed out. We need hire someone to help." We didn't...Out of the 10 predecesors before me...I was the only person under him to get promoted to the big boys. The rest prior buckled, quit or were canned. I'm currently the only one at the firm at my level groomed from the inside. I've seen about 100 go in other directions.
All that to finally get out on my own where I am today, which is no picnic. But, I can get fired, have the economy implode and just about every bad thing imaginable occur, but I have one thing noone can take away which is an invaluable commodity...my experience. I could have dicked off, I could have had more fun...I could have taken more money upfront for less work. I could have done a lot that would have been easier. I took my lumps. I'm not apologizing or interested in whining. Get a plan, execute, make adjustments when neccesary and quit blaming everyone else.