Right after college, I noticed that the dream of landing a solid job that would pay me a six figure salary, just because I have a college diploma was a total illusion and I really had no real skills to be hired by anyone.
Once I accepted that reality, I found a job at a restaurant as a busboy that turned into me doing everything from washing dishes, to cooking, to busing and also serving tables for the next 4 years. Since that wasn’t paying enough to make a living, I found a side sales job, that was 100% commission and required me to cold call all day and whenever I had free time, I was required to telemarket in my car.
Then I met my wife. Soon after we met, we got married and moved into my parent’s basement since I couldn’t afford to pay rent on my own.
My next sales job had an actual office that required me to show up every morning. I had my own cubicle and I was responsible from doing outside cold calling 3 days of the week and do telemarketing for the remaining days. When telemarketing, on average I was calling 250-300 people per day non stop. (That’s not fun at all, in case you were wondering)
Those were the years of constant grind and hustle just to survive. But as I climbed the latter of the corporate world, I started making more and more money.
I finally got a job as a sales consultant in NYC, had a nice office with view and was making over 6 figures selling Financial services products such as MCA, credit cards and other financing options. I honestly thought that I am finally becoming something and all those year of sacrifice was finally paying off. I was working 60-70 hours a week, usually sleep deprived, living off of caffeine, just to make a decent living.
