Okay, okay, okay. Since many of my dear readers are clamoring to hear my stories of entrepreneurial intrigue, adventure, and discovery, I will tell them. Be forewarned that given the blog format, which goes against how we traditionally read stuff, it will be somewhat of a challenge to tell stories in installments. I’ll try to break them up into bite-sized portions that can stand on their own. We’ll see how I fare. So buckle your seat belts, here we go:
Once upon a time (actually it was 1979) I moved to
Teaching TM was my livelihood, however being a TM teacher in
The thought of getting a job never fluctuated a single brain neuron. In the past, I responded to jobs and work in the exact same way a cat responds when you try to put it in water. I’d run out screaming, usually in a matter of days, and that’s assuming I wasn’t fired first. My resume has gaping chasms of time between a couple of weeks of employment here and there.* To give you some idea of how work-adverse I am, I was even fired from a civil service job.
So, unless I wanted to starve, there was only one viable
choice for me – become an entrepreneur.
(The definition of an entrepreneur – someone who will do absolutely anything to avoid getting a job.)
I had no business experience. I had no knowledge. I had no
skills. I had no education. (I was an art major in college.) I had no money. I
had no direction. And I had no clue.
We’ve all heard the expression that the key to a successful
business is to find a need and fill it. The need I noticed was strictly
personal. Having come from the east coast where there was great ice cream, I
couldn’t find anything comparable in
This is a good place to stop for today. Tomorrow, or whenever I get around to it, I’ll write Act 1 Scene 2.
*(By the way, my record for holding a job is two months.
That’s when I was a lifeguard at a private beach on the