How to escape the rat race, forever.
Crouched over my desk with my face in my hands, and it was only Tuesday. It was mid month and I was far behind on my sales quota for the month. Generally that’s a stressful enough situation, as is. But I was a few weeks away from needing to find a new place to live or move back in with my parents far away from where I was working. Hey, at least it wasn’t the street, right? At the time I was convinced my next move was to purchase a house, so on top of this I was regularly viewing and working to put offers on houses. Which intensifies the stress of being behind on your sales.
Low disposable income, stressed out over acquiring and managing a mortgage, constantly grinding on a job that paid variably. ‘Fuck this’ I thought. I was a few years out of university working a less than ideal job than I had imagined for myself after completing a bachelor’s degree. I was in minimal debt but wasn’t doing much in the way of saving and I was looking to lock myself into a mortgage in a small city where I grew up, because I thought that was the right thing to do as an adult. I’m sure there are many others my age who can relate.