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Want To Quit Your Day Job?

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Think about it. You get up every morning, jolted awake to a screaming alarm clock. Rush around trying to find your socks, your keys, your coffee. Start up your car, scrape the ice off (if you're like me and live in Canada, winter always involves a lot of scraping!), and manage your pole position in traffic. Once you finally make it, you look around. Lucky you. You get to spend the next 8 hours (I had 11) with people you can't stand, pretending that this is the only place you ...


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Think about it. You get up every morning, jolted awake to a screaming alarm clock. Rush around trying to find your socks, your keys, your coffee. Start up your car, scrape the ice off (if you're like me and live in Canada, winter always involves a lot of scraping!), and manage your pole position in traffic. Once you finally make it, you look around. Lucky you. You get to spend the next 8 hours (I had 11) with people you can't stand, pretending that this is the only place you would ever want to be. You work your finger to the bone, so that someone else can make money, and in return give you a minuscule share.

If you love your job and make a fantastic living, please don't read this, I'm not writing for you. You can go back to work.

But if you're like me, you hate the alarm clock, you hate the ice, the traffic, your moronic coworkers who probably make more than you, and you HATE your boss. Now, he or she may be a lovely person outside of the office. But for those long hours of the day, that boss is the eyes that burn into the back of your head, telling you to work harder, give more.

I used to drive home crying. Crying for hating the fact that I had to go back there tomorrow, to do it all again, and that I'd be doing it over and over for weeks, months, years to come. I had no energy left by the time I got home. Shower, go to bed, do it all over again. I just couldn't do it anymore.

Now, I'm a logical person. I know that I couldn't just quit my job and expect the world to take care of me. I had to do something to take care of myself. Like many people I turned to the World Wide Web for answers.

There were many. I jumped at every opportunity, throwing good money after bad at programs that offered nothing in return, or were meant for only the most skilled computer expert. (Why would such a person be in need of this kind of program??) It took a lot of trial and error, but I finally found a system I could live with. I didn't spend a fortune, I learned a lot, and best of all....goodbye day job.

I don't always sleep til noon. Honestly, sometimes I will get up early and log on to check out my little business, I'm just so excited about it now. I don't ever remember saying that about my job! I don't cry in my car anymore either. Some people have huge goals, these were mine to start. I'm aiming higher now, but it's nice to know that I work for ME, and no one else. That is the biggest reward of all.

It IS possible. You can make it happen.