It works. It’s fair. We’re all grown men, here. It’s your job to fill your own jock strap, not theirs.
I won’t deny it all might be crazy. It might not even be practical. Maybe, though, if you’ve read this far, it at least makes sense.
I just don’t swallow much employee bilge about how business owners have it made. They wouldn’t have a job unless someone like me made one for them.
I love most of my life. I love living it and talking about it. Reminiscing on my progress shapes big, colorful hopes for the future.
It’s as uncomfortable and predictable as Bob Barker telling you to spay or neuter your pets: the Hollywood ending. And, apparently, directors have watched too much Price is Right.
I’m amused by the concept that income from inside the house would magically be more profitable than from an office or sales floor in town.
Copyright © 2012 Ryan George
