I've had a few of these moments. One of my favorites:
At one point I thought about getting a job. I was done with college. One of my ventures failed. I still had passive income in the form of about $20,000 a year, but everyone was telling me that I was underperforming, that I should get a job, and I believed it.
So I applied to a handful of places. One of the places I applied to had an intense interview process.
Day 1 was meeting with the two directors. They grilled me on my resume, why I wanted to work there, etc. At the end of the interview, one of the directors took me aside and told me: "Why don't you just become an entrepreneur? You're obviously a smart kid, you don't need to get a job."
I should've ended the interview process there, but I thought screw it, I'll continue on and get experience interviewing with companies so that I can develop the interviewing skill set.
Day 2 was an informal coffee meeting with another two people under which I'd be working. Nothing too bad. Flew threw it.
Day 3 F*cking sucked. 6 hours of straight interviews. They had every single person in the company interview me one by one. They'd ask me questions. I'd answer with more or less the same response to each person. Then they'd ask if I had any questions for them. Then they'd leave and the next person would come in.
Each person I'd ask the same question at the end "What's great about working here?" And half of the people would have the same response: "Well, there's a lot of rewards. For example, if you're number 1 in the office, you get a bonus of $5,000 at the end of the year. If you're in the top 10, you get a paid trip to Cabo! It's really amazing. I was one of the ones that got to go last year and it really made all of this hard work feel worth it."
Meanwhile I'm sitting there thinking: "Are you F*cking serious? You work 60 to 100 hours a week all year, so that one week of the year you can go to Cabo? And that's what makes it all worth it? F*ck. I'm technically unemployed and not making that much money, but if I wanted to, I could be in Cabo tomorrow. And I sure as F*ck could afford to splurge for one week even though I only make a fraction of what you make. My highlight of the year would be same as yours but it wouldn't come at the cost of quasi-slavery."
So around the 6 hour mark of being interviewed, I had enough. And as someone was asking me a question across the conference room table, I unconsciously closed my eyes, put my head down, and laid there for 10 seconds before I realized what I was doing. Then when I looked up, I saw a really confused look on the other person's face. I apologized. Said I was tired. They said no worries. The interviews ended, and they told me to send an email if I was still interested in working there. I was not and never did send that email.
When I left that office I realized how shitty peoples' lives are. They have these "prestigious" jobs working downtown, where they wear a suit to work, make "6-FIGURES!!", get to walk around the office like a hotshot, but end of the year only thing they appreciated was going to Cabo for one week out of the year to forget how miserable their day to day is.
It was at that point that I decided I'd rather be a $20k a year passive income bum than a $100k a year brainwashed corporate slave.
At one point I thought about getting a job. I was done with college. One of my ventures failed. I still had passive income in the form of about $20,000 a year, but everyone was telling me that I was underperforming, that I should get a job, and I believed it.
So I applied to a handful of places. One of the places I applied to had an intense interview process.
Day 1 was meeting with the two directors. They grilled me on my resume, why I wanted to work there, etc. At the end of the interview, one of the directors took me aside and told me: "Why don't you just become an entrepreneur? You're obviously a smart kid, you don't need to get a job."
I should've ended the interview process there, but I thought screw it, I'll continue on and get experience interviewing with companies so that I can develop the interviewing skill set.
Day 2 was an informal coffee meeting with another two people under which I'd be working. Nothing too bad. Flew threw it.
Day 3 F*cking sucked. 6 hours of straight interviews. They had every single person in the company interview me one by one. They'd ask me questions. I'd answer with more or less the same response to each person. Then they'd ask if I had any questions for them. Then they'd leave and the next person would come in.
Each person I'd ask the same question at the end "What's great about working here?" And half of the people would have the same response: "Well, there's a lot of rewards. For example, if you're number 1 in the office, you get a bonus of $5,000 at the end of the year. If you're in the top 10, you get a paid trip to Cabo! It's really amazing. I was one of the ones that got to go last year and it really made all of this hard work feel worth it."
Meanwhile I'm sitting there thinking: "Are you F*cking serious? You work 60 to 100 hours a week all year, so that one week of the year you can go to Cabo? And that's what makes it all worth it? F*ck. I'm technically unemployed and not making that much money, but if I wanted to, I could be in Cabo tomorrow. And I sure as F*ck could afford to splurge for one week even though I only make a fraction of what you make. My highlight of the year would be same as yours but it wouldn't come at the cost of quasi-slavery."
So around the 6 hour mark of being interviewed, I had enough. And as someone was asking me a question across the conference room table, I unconsciously closed my eyes, put my head down, and laid there for 10 seconds before I realized what I was doing. Then when I looked up, I saw a really confused look on the other person's face. I apologized. Said I was tired. They said no worries. The interviews ended, and they told me to send an email if I was still interested in working there. I was not and never did send that email.
When I left that office I realized how shitty peoples' lives are. They have these "prestigious" jobs working downtown, where they wear a suit to work, make "6-FIGURES!!", get to walk around the office like a hotshot, but end of the year only thing they appreciated was going to Cabo for one week out of the year to forget how miserable their day to day is.
It was at that point that I decided I'd rather be a $20k a year passive income bum than a $100k a year brainwashed corporate slave.