We all want to improve! But picking the most straightforward, uncomplicated, undemanding, uninvolved and untroublesome way to improve is sometimes discouraging. I should know...
Let me explain and share with you about my personal experience with this merry-go-round enigma and maybe you can relate, or have experienced the same mind-boggler yourself.
I had grown up in a commercialism oriented family. After college, I met a guy who was my age, driving a Porsche, had a nice 3-bedroom condo, beautiful live-in girlfriend in Boulder, CO and didn't go to college. I thought, "Jeez, I wonder what he does". I asked him and he told me, "I market highly speculative oil & gas deals."
This was right around the time of the Kuwait Invasion by Iraq, so oil & gas was a blistering topic in the telecast and around the universe. The price of oil skyrocketed and everyone wanted some of the pipeline. It piqued my interest and I thought I could do it. At least I was ambitious. Actually, I craved what he had. He related, "I'll get you an interview and call you tomorrow. I'll help you out to learn how to do this."
When I got there for an interview, I noticed he wasn't the only one who had a Porsche in the parking lot, there where Porsches, Monster Trucks, Mercedes, BMWs and then a couple of shoddy cars parked in the back. I didn't just park in the back, I parked 1/2 block away!
I go in and see well groomed guys and gals walking around with suits. It looked like the inside of a GQ magazine. The smell of cigarettes permeated the air. I could hear all this yelling and racket going on in the background, behind the partition and really wanted to see what was going on back there.
I filled out an overly simple questionnaire in the lobby and was called in for the interview. I walked into the office of the principal (the top guy). He was a big burly guy that was very well groomed, but he seemed to have a nervous twitch on his neck. I remember it was like he kept trying to adjust his tie without his hand.
He invited me to lunch and we scaled into his monster truck and when he fired that thing up, it sounded like a bomb went off in the truck bed!
We went to a place called the Flagstaff House. For those of you who know Boulder, this is "THE" 5-Star eatery in town. The scenery looking over the mountain range and the smell of brisk mountain air and my experience of the day so far was making me think I was getting closer to that Porsche that I coveted. It was nice, but I got the feeling that I was being rushed for a fraternity. After the $200 feast, he explained the indoctrination required and told me to start tomorrow. He didn't ask, he told me! I'm IN!!!!
Dry cleaning wasn't an option at that time, so I was up early ironing coat & tie so I could "look" like everyone else. I had these clothes left over from my college days and was used to doing my own ironing. Except I didn't have an ironing board! But I had a can of starch! I laid down a good clean towel and ironed them on the floor.
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