My Early Years
I was born in West Germany, back before the wall came down. My father was in the Air Force and we traveled abroad quite extensively, visiting many countries both times he was stationed overseas. I have been to Holland, Switzerland. Spain, Italy, and several cities in West Germany. My dad drove a tour bus and we were able to visit most of Germany’s national landmarks a mere 20 years after the end of WWII.
I went to all of these places and we returned to the States when I was 7 years old. Then we lived in several states including Arkansas, South Dakota, Tennessee, Michigan, until my dad retired and we eventually wound up in Texas.
I graduated high school in 1984, but had no ambition to attend college courses or any type of trade training so I didn’t put any effort into that type of endeavor. My first job was working at a fast food restaurant as a short order cook. This was my introduction into the blue collar world.
From that point forward, I went from one cooking job to the next always looking for something that paid a little bit better than the last job. I tried it all. Line cook, prep cook, dishwasher, catering as well as a whole slew of jobs that had absolutely nothing to do with cooking. Looking back I must have had 10 or 15 different occupations. I do believe the longest job I held was for four years. No matter where I worked I noticed these places had at least four things in common:
- My presence was required at a particular time, then I was chained to that spot until it became time to punch out
- Waking up early in order to prepare and be on the way.
- Always someone hanging over my shoulder telling me what to do, when to do it, and how to do it.
- The paycheck was always the same and usually barely enough to live on. The only way to increase my income was to pick up extra hours (overtime) which is frowned upon by most companies. On the other hand, some give it out like candy.
I really can’t tell you how many times one or more of these situations has caused me to react badly (usually my boss rubbing me the wrong way) and storming out of my place of employment in a dignified huff, slamming the door behind me.
Stuck in a rut
Over the years this became a behavioral pattern repeated over and over on my part causing difficulties in acquiring new employment. I became depressed and ended up living at home again without even trying to obtain any type of job. Just surfed the internet and never went anywhere much less got dressed. For three years. Then my mama was going to make me go get a job. So I buckled down and started trying to find a way to make money on the internet, since that’s where I spent all of my time anyways.
New lease on life
Now I work from home at my own pace. I work whenever I want or don’t want. All from the comfort of my own bedroom at home. I have no boss to tell me what to do, I determine my own paycheck, I can work as long or as little as I decide to. I even wear my pajamas to work (talk about a comfortable uniform). Although nowadays I actually bathe and get dressed.
Best of all I can leave my place of employment at anytime without fear of termination. This is the joy and freedom that comes from working online. I have my own website and I can work from anywhere I want as long as I have access to a computer.
Want to know how I am doing it? Affiliate Marketing that’s how.