Pizza Delivery Guy
I took off my shirt and threatened to fight my boss. My “wife beater” was hanging out of my old And1 basketball shorts.
“You got anything else to say to me? Meet me outside, let’s see what you’re made of.” I didn’t know how to fight. I was angry and couldn’t take it anymore. I stormed out and almost had a panic attack on the way home. My girlfriend at the time, who also worked there, helped keep me calm. His profound hate for me was for reasons unknown, but it was very transparent for the year and a half that I worked there.
I was 22, working dead end jobs with no career path in sight. But on this particular day, upon returning from a delivery and being accused of not folding enough pizza boxes, I was “fired while quitting”. I remember the conversation going something like this: “Well maybe I’ll just quit!”, followed by: “Well maybe I’ll just fire you!”. We both called each other on our bluffs and lost. It was that evening that I realized I wanted [needed] to become an entrepreneur.
So what’s the first thing I did the very next morning? Applied to college. In hindsight, it doesn’t make much sense to me either, but it’s what I did. I applied to Holy Family University and was rejected immediately. A few years back I had gone to Community College of Philadelphia for a semester and stopped going because I hated it. As a result I received a few F’s that prohibited me from getting accepted to any regular colleges. I returned to CCP to complete two years, transferred to Temple University, and completed my undergrad at the Fox School of Business at 26.
After college I worked a corporate job. I worked for a large sales-oriented telecommunications company with great pay and excellent benefits, including 401k, paid vacation, sick days, plus a healthy salary with commission and bonuses; you know, the whole nine. I was promoted quickly, heading towards a long, successful career up the corporate ladder. My reputation in the organization was great; my salesmanship was stellar. I really have no ill will towards the company, although there was one major drawback about the job; it was a job.
I was interviewed for a general manager position a little less than two years in. I thought I nailed it, but apparently I screwed it (lol). Someone from out of state was given the position and for the first time with that company I felt rejected. Like, who the hell is better than me? I quit my job about a month later, at 28.
I didn’t quit my job just because I didn’t get the promotion. I remember my district manager once telling me never to use the word “entrepreneur” at a business conference again after it slipped out during a meeting. And you know what? He was right. Who am I to talk about starting my own business in an environment where you have to drink, eat, shit, and name your babies after the company culture?
Here are some other things that I didn’t enjoy:
Having a boss.
“Yes sir, I can make that happen for you.”
Conference calls filled with lies to satisfy upper management.
Dealing with the difficult public in a retail environment.
Using shady sales tactics to take advantage of innocent people.
Business professional attire at meetings.
Having a boss.
Look, I’m not here to bash corporate companies. I loved the company I worked for and the people I was surrounded by. I just hated everything about having a job.
But having a job allowed me to purchase a few rental properties to jump-start my entrepreneurial career. I also funded my first small business and paid off student loans. I started a virtual reality business, bought a food truck that I did nothing with, bought a pickup truck and started cleaning storage lockers to sell things, started a dropshipping website…
Wait, what? In how long? Why did you throw all that in one short sentence? How did you start? Did you have a business plan? Did you seek investors? Where did you get the money?
None of that really matters for the purpose of this story. I started falling into my next pitfall: I was chasing money. In my mind, entrepreneurship meant purchasing as many assets as possible that produced cash flow, sit back and watch. But I was miserable as hell. I started realizing that without passion, entrepreneurship means nothing. I’m far from a cook. I’m not particularly interested in electronic graphical adventures. And I sure as hell don’t have an infatuation with clicking buttons to fulfill orders. Although I must admit, cleaning out storage lockers was quite an adventure at times.
So here I am today, at 30, transitioning into the next chapter of my life. The chapter that I wish to live for the rest of my life. It’s what some call “lifestyling”. And at least for the rest of 2019, I’ll be living my dream. Traveling and staying active, whether that’s by working out in a gym, taking part in outdoor activities, or riding my bicycle around various cities across the U.S.
I’m just an regular guy with a burning desire to live life at my own liberty. Hopefully I can encourage you and others alike to chase your passions, live your dream, and give back to those less fortunate when given the opportunity.
I am indebted to the owner of that pizza shop. I may never have realized my destiny if it wasn’t for that life changing incident. I would love for all of you to follow my journey across the United States, share my story, and help spread the word of perseverance, dedication, and living your passion.