![]() I wish I could say the blue suit and my interview skills impressed the employment agency enough to set up the interview with the software store. Didn’t matter if it rained, those drops just rolled down the back of those suits. Thank god for 2-fer, 2-fer, 2-fer madness at the local mens clothing store. I put on my interview face, and of course my interview suit, which just happened to be one of my 2 polyester suits that I had bought for the grand total of 99 dollars. The fee was to be paid by the company, so I gave it a shot. The ad was actually placed by an employment agency. I had to keep on looking during the day.Ībout a week later I answered a want ad out of the newspaper for someone to sell PC Software at the first software retail store in Dallas. I finally got a job working as a bartender at a club. (I still have it.) The problem was that I wasn’t qualified for any of them. ![]() I made a list of all the different jobs I would love to do. Ok, the pretty girls had no interest in my fat and growing ass at the time, but that’s another story…. Great friends, great city, great energy, pretty girls. My confidence wasn’t at an all time high. To make matters worse, because I was living on happy hour food, and the 2 beers cover charge, I was gaining weight like a pig. My car had the usual hole in the floorboard, a ’77 FIAT X19 that burned a quart of oil that I couldn’t afford every week. Instead I had a pile that everyone knew was mine. I slept on the couch or floor depending on what time I got home. This wasn’t a really nice place we all kicked in to move up for. I remember being 24 years old, living in Dallas in a 3-bedroom apartment with 5 other friends. I was just hoping the confidence would win over the doubt and it would all work out for the best. In reality, I had as much doubt as confidence. It’s exactly what I told myself every day. If I ever grew up, I hoped to run my own business some day. In every job, I would justify it in my mind whether I loved it or hated it that I was getting paid to learn and every experience would be of value when I figured out what I wanted to do when I grew up. You don’t want to write about selling powdered milk or selling franchises for TV repair shops. Most of them aren’t on my resume anymore because I was there so short a time or they were so stupid I was embarrassed. ![]() I had so many jobs my parents wondered if I would be stable. I worked jobs I loved, but had no chance of being a career. I would tell myself 1 good idea would pay for the book and could make the difference between me making it or not. In fact, I read every book or magazine I could get my hands on. What did they do for a living? How did they make their money? Someday, I would tell myself, I would live in a house like that. I drove by big houses and would wonder who lived there.
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