Well it seems like many of you enjoyed my email on other day about adopting my dog, Strider.
For whatever reason these days, I enjoy telling ridiculous stories in my emails.
Personal finance can be a little dry, you know? So I try to make it fun.
Believe it or not, back in the day (like 2015ish) most of my blog posts were just that - stories.
But these days I feel that it's better to keep the actionable advice (how to do x, top x ways to make it rain, etc.) on the blog, and then deliver that information in stunningly entertaining fashion to you via email.
Plus I don't have to pay an editor to read over my emails muahaha. I can mess up as much as I want.
So today I'll tell another true story.
It's not one that I tell very often, because honestly it's ridiculous and I'm still a *little* bitter about it (you'll see why).
But it's also amazing. And I promised Madi (our operations manager here at M$$M) that I would make it the subject of today's email.
Here goes:
So as you know, I quit my band directing job cold-turkey before making a majestic (read simply "stupid but somehow it worked out") leap of faith into running M$$M full-time.
Now there were a lot of reasons that I quit that job.
The pay was not amazing, of course. And working 80 hours per week kinda sucks and being in a rock band at night on the weekends and holidays. AND I just liked running a personal finance website and thought I could make this work.
But really, it was just death by a thousand cuts at that job. A lot of things added up to me feeling miserable and trapped, which I'm sure is something that all of you have experienced at one point or another.
One particular day, however, wasn't a little cut.
It was a massive bullet wound into my enjoyment of being a band director/ rockstar wanna be by night.
Let me explain...
One fine day in 2014, the band was out rehearsing in the school parking lot (like we always did).
It was going pretty well. The kids weren't running into each other, and the music generally sounded like music. It was a good rehearsal.
And then... I saw it.
An airplane in the distance, flying directly toward the band at an oddly low altitude and getting lower.
"Huh, weird."
And it kept coming, and kept getting a little lower... and lower...
... and then flew right over us.
I thought it was a little strange, but oh well. We kept rehearsing.
But then about 10 seconds later... it happened.
One kid coughed and sneezed. Then another. Then all of the sudden we had 350 band kids out in the parking lot coughing & sneezing like crazy.
The freaking airplane or crop duster, had just crop dusted the band. Humans. It dumped pesticide on human beings.
So as you can imagine, the band staff realized that we needed to get the kids out of there pretty quickly, before it made a 2nd pass.
We told the kids to leave their instruments and run inside. No time to grab anything. And you can bet that I was heading inside too.
They did not pay me enough to die in a band parking lot, from a chemtrail attack with a pesticie from a crop duster. I would need at least six-figures, plus a year for that.
And I fully planned on going inside, until my boss turned around and said:
"Johnny - stay out here with the instruments and make sure they don't get stolen."
Now pause. Had I been older (I was only like maybe 22, 23 or 24 at the time), I would have said:
"Nope. No. Not only no, but Hell no. I'm going inside. I am not sitting in a cloud of pesticide to keep band instruments safe."
But I did not have the sense to do that at the time. I was afraid of conflict, or creating conflict I guess, and I was the youngest person on staff... which I guess meant I was the most expendable?
So I freaking sat out there like I was told, in a literal cloud of bug poison, for probably half an hour or more. You could actually see the yellowish cloud over the parking lot. It was wild.
And I. Was. Pissed. And had a slight headache and coughing fit, haha.
All I could do was sit there and see that instruments - band instruments - were somehow more important than me in that moment.
I wanted to just walk in and quit right then and there. But... I couldn't.
I needed the money. Needed the job. I had bills to pay. I was trapped.
Long story sh!++ erh ahh I mean short, everyone ended up being ok. Sure, I might grow an extra finger or something 20 years from now, but I survived.
But that moment made me realize that I needed more control in my life, and more money would probably help me do that.
And that, my friends, is one of the many reasons that I decided to start M$$M on the side, and then eventually take it full-time.
It's also one of the reasons that I feel everyone that wants more money should look into side hustles.
You never know what could happen. When could YOU be trapped in a pesticide cloud? (probably never - but you get the point)
So if you're looking for good ways to make extra money... preferably from inside in a safe environment...
Go here to check out my list of the best (AKA most profitable) side hustles out there
- Johnny
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Date: Wed, Jul 15, 2020 at 11:47 AM
Subject: What would you do if this happened to you?
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