ryph

I was just going through some old files stored away from ages ago, and I came across this little rant posted here on gfy some years ago. It really hits home, and I remember reading it over each adn every time things were looking bad when I was first starting out. I figured id repost it, as I'm sure this hit close to home to a lot of folks on here as well.

Self-Employment is like crack...

Those who know, know.

You start working for yourself and make more and more money. Pretty soon you are making
more money than you ever have before, and the whole time you're having a blast. Next
thing you know you are fucking spoiled rotten. No matter how bad shit gets you can't
imagine going back to a real fucking job. Pushing pencils or running somebody elses
business? Me fucking run your shit while I take home a whopping $10 a fucking hour? I'd
rather fucking die!

You push yourself as hard as you can because theres no way in hell you could ever do
that again. No matter what happens you'd rather live on the street than have to punch
a fucking timeclock. You are going to do whatever the fuck it takes to make money you
can call your own. It may be a pain in the ass but it's YOUR pain and YOUR ass. You'll
get lazy and shit will go wrong. But when it does, you can damn sure figure it out and
you will survive. You WILL do whatever the fuck you have to for things to work.

And when your wife or girlfriend says you work to much and/or don't spend enough time
with them you will tell them to fuck off with their spoiled ass because NO FUCKING WAY
you are going to let your business slide to the point where you have to sign your name
to a job application.

Aside from the fact that I can no longer force myself to work for somebody how do you
people get by on $10, $15, or even $30 a fucking hour? I don't have much of anything but
$30 an hour wouldn't fucking touch the notes I have.


Beware noobs, once you reach a certain point there is no turning back. You would rather
fucking die.

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