I had made most of my money in university by teaching guitar lessons out of my mother’s living room and had made a good little cash business out of it. I also played numerous music gigs throughout the city and had experienced the life of being self-employed. Now that I was done school it was time to “wake up”, shut down my little business and join the real work force.
I followed the advice of my parents, society and the status quo and got a real job in telephone sales. I worked in the middle of the night on straight commission and although I was one of the top performers in the office, I only made about $10 an hour selling on the phone. My life was completely upside down, I was making less money at my “real job” than I was making it my guitar teaching business, my quality of life was the lowest it had ever been, and I was isolated by working the graveyard shift.
After a few weeks of working my real job, I fell into a depression. Everything I had done was “right”. I went to school, got a degree, and got a job, but I was living a miserable life and was making less money than I made in school doing things I enjoyed less.