Ugh!!!
I'm very, very confused. Last night I went to my parents house with Thomas. I had a bad feeling about the night; I don't know why. I love my parents, but the night had an ominous aura about it. So after dinner, (which was amazing btw), my parents ended up talking to us for about two hours about businesses and the hot dog stand. My dad remained supportive on the surface about me opening that branch of business if I had no better ideas, just to get a start. I think he wants me to start a business, but he's not sure this is one that would be the most profitable given the demands and sacrifices it requires. My mom said that the business is a hard one, and usually meant for blue-collar workers who wanted out and didn't have the education to back them up with better business opportunities. She said it's the kind of start she and my dad had because they spoke "broken" English and bad Spanish, and had to work with their bodies instead of their minds. She advised that I should use my education and brains to create a business or get a better job opportunity, instead of resigning myself this young to something physically demanding.
I'm not sure what to think. I mean, I agree with my mom. It is a bit of a downer that the business is really meant for people who want to get a start in business, but don't have a lot of resources or the degrees to back them up. Pretty much anyone can buy a hot dog stand and sell food. It'd be nice to come up with a creative idea and do something that few others can do. But the hot dog stand or selling goods at the flea market seemed doable. It seemed like something I could grasp and accomplish if I worked hard. Whereas white collar ideas seem to have a higher fail rate. I guess I'm just not very creative. I have doubts my degree can really get me anywhere, because I know so many English degree holders, and really it's what you know and who you know, not the degree that gets you a nice job.
I'm going to mull on this for awhile. Maybe what I can do is do more research and wait for the economy to improve a little before I make the next step. I liked selling hot dogs more than selling retail mostly because right now retail is suffering. But if I waited 6 months to a year, the retail market might improve enough for it to be worth investing in. Thomas still thinks I'll be happier, because I despise working for others. He said he didn't care if we didn't make any money if I liked what I did everyday. I had this dream where I could do work and create something of my own. It doesn't have to be hot dogs or sunglasses or shirts. But those seemed more concrete than the more artsy fartsy options.
If I were to sell my brain instead of my muscle, what would I sell? I suppose I'd sell the ability to put words together, my ability with computers, and my friendliness. I had a copywriting business idea once, but I really didn't know how to start, so it just fizzed up. Well, the next chapter of this will have to wait till later, because I'm fresh out.
I'm not sure what to think. I mean, I agree with my mom. It is a bit of a downer that the business is really meant for people who want to get a start in business, but don't have a lot of resources or the degrees to back them up. Pretty much anyone can buy a hot dog stand and sell food. It'd be nice to come up with a creative idea and do something that few others can do. But the hot dog stand or selling goods at the flea market seemed doable. It seemed like something I could grasp and accomplish if I worked hard. Whereas white collar ideas seem to have a higher fail rate. I guess I'm just not very creative. I have doubts my degree can really get me anywhere, because I know so many English degree holders, and really it's what you know and who you know, not the degree that gets you a nice job.
I'm going to mull on this for awhile. Maybe what I can do is do more research and wait for the economy to improve a little before I make the next step. I liked selling hot dogs more than selling retail mostly because right now retail is suffering. But if I waited 6 months to a year, the retail market might improve enough for it to be worth investing in. Thomas still thinks I'll be happier, because I despise working for others. He said he didn't care if we didn't make any money if I liked what I did everyday. I had this dream where I could do work and create something of my own. It doesn't have to be hot dogs or sunglasses or shirts. But those seemed more concrete than the more artsy fartsy options.
If I were to sell my brain instead of my muscle, what would I sell? I suppose I'd sell the ability to put words together, my ability with computers, and my friendliness. I had a copywriting business idea once, but I really didn't know how to start, so it just fizzed up. Well, the next chapter of this will have to wait till later, because I'm fresh out.