I have to share this story with you. It’s almost too amusing not to…
So I had a job interview this past Wednesday after work. Normally, I would have been doing overtime at my current job, but I received an email from a law firm asking me to come in that same day. The young woman, some executive coordinator, admitted she knew it was short notice but wanted to see if I was available as they were planning on hiring immediately.
At first I said yes. Gotta jump on every opportunity that comes my way, right? Then I realized how I looked. I looked busted as f*ck! I mean, I had on no make up and I don’t wear much, if any to work, but I like to put something on for a job interview. I had forgotten to put my earrings on that morning so my ears were bare. My hair could have used some taming. I was wearing my nearly dead sneakers… so badly worn that the the sides of the shoes have separated itself from the shoes themselves. On both shoes! And some frumpy outfit. I was dressed in overtime mode. I was planning to work from open to close.
Then this opportunity came along.
But I looked like I could make babies cry. So I called and emailed the woman back asking if I could reschedule for Friday if possible. No response.
So I took my busted looking ass to the interview. Beforehand, I tried to lay my hair down as evenly as possible. I put on a little lip gloss. Kept my coat on so none of them could see how awful my clothes had looked that day and said I was going to give the performance of my life. Not because I wanted the job that badly. But because of how awful I looked and how much I knew that was going to play with my head.
Needless to say, I interviewed with the Operations Manager as and the CFO of the company. I thought I did a marvelous job (but interviewing isn’t what necessarily scares me). The interview itself was about 45 minutes long. I was told that if I was a viable candidate, I would be brought back in to meet the owner of the company. They thanked me for coming in. I thank them for having me. And that mental intake of air I inhaled was finally released when I left the building.
I keep reminding myself that I need to be prepared at all times because I never know whom I’m going to meet and the one time I throw caution to the wind…ugh.
I could’ve canceled it. That would’ve been childish. I could have no showed. Even more childish. Could’ve beat myself up over it. Then I knew I definitely would have blown it. Instead I chose to woman up and still show the better side of myself. Despite less than perfect circumstances.
I really couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t pay some sort of homage to National Wine Day before the day was out…
Work for it. Put in the time. Make the effort. So many people want something to happen for them, to them around them, that all they need to do is something! It’s the same mindset behind playing the lottery. You think that by playing a set of random numbers that you’re going to get a windfall of money and life will be ten times better?
Be your own windfall.
Yes, by all means dream big. But work bigger. Harder. More.
Saving and allocating dollars to certain funds is essential. It makes the whole process of monitoring and managing our money that much more tolerable, especially if it’s not our best quality or if we really hate being THAT responsible.
I would say I get it, but I like watching my money. I like knowing where every dollar went or where it goes. Even watching rent money slip through my fingers to someone else, gives me some sort of adrenaline knowing those dollars were successfully (key word) allocated for that purpose.
But I don’t just have funds I save for. I have an overall dollar amount I want to attain. This dollar amount – which I’m a little embarrassed to share – is my “I arrived” dollar figure. This amount is not meant to bring me happiness or endless good luck. This purpose is about peace of mind. Peace of mind in the sense that if everything should fall apart, I would still financially be fine. It’s what I also worked towards when saving for everything else. It’s part of the prize of my hustle.
What is your goal amount?
Okay, this probably isn’t what you were expecting for a side hustle, but reading offers many opportunities… to create opportunities. I would say that at least 80% of the side hustles I took on and made some kind of money from came from reading. Reading other people’s blogs. Researching and reading ideas how other people were making extra money. Reading craigslist posts and seeing what people needed. I read on a very regular basis The Penny Hoarder.
Reading — yes, is fundamental– because it can create opportunities you had not thought of before. It can stimulate your imagination and creativity and help you produce ideas to improve the quality of your life.
I also read a lot of marketing books. Marketing is still very power in business and in creating businesses.
So, read. A lot. Start off with whatever interests you. Get those juices flowing so you make your money grow!
I’m looking around my apartment right now and I just realized everything (just about everything) I own is second hand. From my couch, to my dresser, my kitchen table and chairs to my HP Chromebook laptop, all of them are second hand.
Now my laptop wouldn’t necessarily be called “second hand”. I think the PC term (no pun in intended) is “refurbished”. I bought my laptop about three years ago to the date from Staples for less than $300. And I had the intention of using it for only side work and gigs, but I use it for everything now. And it’s held up pretty well. I even purchased an additional warranty just for peace-of-mind sake. Now, I gotta cracked screen at the moment that has nothing to do with its performance or life expectancy. Just me forgetting I am too big to be lying onto something that’s already flat. But my refurbished laptop has been one of my most prized investments that I use daily.
Do you know what refurbished means. Same body, new interior. Meaning, what makes the computer run has been upgraded to new, the shell and frame have had other owners.
And I love it. Like I love all my second hand pieces. I enjoy not paying full price for something that is just as good as when someone else bought it.
And I encourage others to live a little. Save money and buy second hand.
I can’t believe we’re racing through March as fast as we are. In two and half weeks we’ll be done with the first quarter of 2018. Wow.
I’m just reflecting on everything going on in my life right now and — I don’t what to say. Already there have been some highs, some obvious lows and everything in the middle. As I look over these past soon-to-be few months, I’m trying to gauge where I want to be in the next three months and where I want the rest of the year to take me. One of my dearest friends and I talk often about our progress, our pitfalls, our stalemates and it’s interesting how people with similar ambitions but different journies can experience the same trials. Crazy, really.
But I’m going to be optimistic. Don’t know if being anything else would be worth the time or benefit. Plus, I’ve gotten this far thinking I can make something out of myself. Why stop believing.
And while take this time to plan, I’m going to take this glass of Carménère I bought at Trader’s Joe and enjoy every drop. This reminds of blend between a Malbec and a Cabernet Sauvignon. I like it. A lot. When chilled, has a smooth and fine finish in my book.
Hope you the this evening as well.