“Working For The Man” After a Lifetime of Self-Employment

Hint: I don’t like it.

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Nine long months. That’s how long I’ve been sitting at this desk job.

I’ve always been an entrepreneurial type, and not so much a job person. I mean, it seems so limiting. Whereas the sky is the limit when you have your own business, or several businesses. My entire family is this way, too.

I’ve always feared putting all my eggs in one basket. When you have a job, they can pull the rug out from under you at any moment. People live in fear of this, especially in the industry where I’m presently employed. I never wanted to be one of these people. But here I am.

When I was offered this job I was like Nah, I’m good. You see, I worked here part-time and it worked out perfectly, with all my other, more gratifying, side-hustles.

But it was full-time, or nothin’. A coworker and long-time employee of the company urged me to take the position. Because, he said, at my age I really should take advantage of this opportunity (I’m 57). Ugh, somebody shoot me.

So I took the damn job.

I kinda felt like I was going to prison. But I kept telling myself this is not a life sentence. I told myself I’d give it a year.