I started working part time in high school- work study program. In the handbag factory I mentioned. $2 an hour. I think I had over 30 jobs before I started my own business. I saw a guy quit a factory job once, he punched out on the clock like thirty times and left the card in the time clock
I did that once myself at The Endicott-Johnson shoe factory, that was a four hour gig. I quit because nobody was around to give me more sole blanks to punch out.
I've been on the street with $3.50 in my pocket deciding to get a sandwich or a six-pack. I've lived in ghetto skid row, lived on millionaire's estates. I've worked renovation in the most despicable ghettos where human beings live worse than animals, and seen the most opulent and magnificent homes. A high school buddy's family took me in right after high school and got me a job at a steel yard in Jersey City, NJ. Catholic people were always the ones that showed me charity, that's why I love The Catholic Faith even though I'm not Catholic. I was on my own at 19.
I was hitchhiking up Front Street in Binghamton one day, penniless again, praying to Jesus for a job. A guy picked me up and got me a job at Dunkin Donuts. Graveyard shift, 12 hrs, $90 a week. I left after a week and a really decent Polish guy took me in doing home repairs. And on and on.
I have heard that most people are more afraid of success than of failure.
I've had times so desperate I didn't think I could survive. I think I've blown more opportunities than most guys get. I'm still trying to learn how to interact with customers. I'm too proud for my own good sometimes. I've walked out of millionaire's mansions in a huff. This latest customer is a good lesson. I've worked hard to keep her happy and convince her I have her best interests in mind. She had a litter of kittens bitching about a ratty old bush I trimmed back so I could get to the side of the house. I almost quit so I could feel my pride. Instead I kissed her ass from here to Tuesday and let it roll off my back. It's her property and her choice. I'm battling another jungle on the other side of the house. The customer is always right.
I worked on a production painting crew in Florida 1980. A lot of southern good ole boys there. My Georgia boss would say about a lazy worker: " That boy thinks the world owes him a livin'!"
The cantankerous and inept Irish national caretaker that worked at the rich peoiple's house, who I put up with for 7 years, had an Irish saying: "If ya don't like the chair you're sittin' in, then get up out of it!"
Looking back, I'm grateful I was put through the crucible in a way; the joy of labor is something the lazy don't know about.
I'm a small jobs handyman, I lose my job twice a week sometimes. I'm confident I can always find work if I put my mind to it and pray for it.