I assume it's your personality. I hope it's not because you have to. I'm not going to do that. I was done 12 years ago on the felony arrest and conviction.
My billing rate was $100 an hour 12 years ago. And that's where it started since I was the senior VP at boa at that moment and that really pushed up my billing rate for my consulting.
Edit: I realized that the moment I got that job while my financial future looked open and infinite, my actual day-to-day happiness level dropped pretty dramatically. I loved coding and accomplishing, but that was for other people. I'd spent the previous 6 months woodworking, building up my house and rehabbing it and getting my hands dirty. I loved it.
A year later I was getting paid $9.25 an hour to wash cars and fill gas. 2 years later I was up to $16 an hour, in charge of the building and all the personnel during the overnight shift and being the dispatcher in charge. I was so proud.
Two years later I was physically unable to walk more than a few feet from for a few minutes and unable to do anything physical for a couple of years and then it was off and on every few months where I was good versus bad and capable of doing stuff.
So my time value is nothing. At least from a dollar amount perspective. From a comparative basis versus other people wasting my time? My time is worth infinity.
I had a time of money. I know what I value. And I know what I don't. I'll be smiling and happy until I die. And I'll do it by spending tiny amounts at used stores.
And yes I know he had fancy wood. Who cares? It's wood. Give me the ugly cast off crap. A few hours later it's gorgeous.
Edit: 2:00 a.m., M's at work and I have the Nickelback Pandora channel on. They throw The offspring on and you're going to go far kid starts playing.
My goddamn theme song. That was my time of money. Screaming and dancing and moving materials around. I'm going to put in the base units. I had removed them from the house, they shook it too much. Screw that, they're coming back.
My billing rate was $100 an hour 12 years ago. And that's where it started since I was the senior VP at boa at that moment and that really pushed up my billing rate for my consulting.
Edit: I realized that the moment I got that job while my financial future looked open and infinite, my actual day-to-day happiness level dropped pretty dramatically. I loved coding and accomplishing, but that was for other people. I'd spent the previous 6 months woodworking, building up my house and rehabbing it and getting my hands dirty. I loved it.
A year later I was getting paid $9.25 an hour to wash cars and fill gas. 2 years later I was up to $16 an hour, in charge of the building and all the personnel during the overnight shift and being the dispatcher in charge. I was so proud.
Two years later I was physically unable to walk more than a few feet from for a few minutes and unable to do anything physical for a couple of years and then it was off and on every few months where I was good versus bad and capable of doing stuff.
So my time value is nothing. At least from a dollar amount perspective. From a comparative basis versus other people wasting my time? My time is worth infinity.
I had a time of money. I know what I value. And I know what I don't. I'll be smiling and happy until I die. And I'll do it by spending tiny amounts at used stores.
And yes I know he had fancy wood. Who cares? It's wood. Give me the ugly cast off crap. A few hours later it's gorgeous.
Edit: 2:00 a.m., M's at work and I have the Nickelback Pandora channel on. They throw The offspring on and you're going to go far kid starts playing.
My goddamn theme song. That was my time of money. Screaming and dancing and moving materials around. I'm going to put in the base units. I had removed them from the house, they shook it too much. Screw that, they're coming back.