My dad was always trying to start some form of home business. When I was very young, he and my grandad were landlords. They owned five houses in the rough part of the city and we spent at least one weekend a month doing major cleaning. It was a terrible thing for a nine year old. I remember going into a house after the tenants had taken off, only to find wallpaper torn from walls, a 25 pound bag of shot ground into the old shag carpet, a destroyed toilet, and two feet of wet smelly clothes covering the basement floor. One of the best days of my life was when one of the houses burnt down and the rest were sold off shortly after. I vowed I would never be a property owner when I grew up.When I was in junior high, my father started a small home based computer sales and service business. We had the best computer out of all my friends. It had an Intel 386 processor, 32 MB of RAM, a hard drive, a color monitor, and a CD-ROM drive. My father spent almost all of his extra time running that business and doing service calls, besides having a full time job. As part of the business, he re-inked printer ribbons and refilled ink cartridges (not many people had them then). I believe he was one of the first in Canada to do this, and I spent a lot of time watching those ribbons go around and around while they filled with ink. After awhile, he closed up shop because there was just too much competition. I vowed I would never run a computer business.A few years later, my father joined a popular multi-level-marketing company and quit his job as a city police officer. He was told if he would just stay positive and think big, he would become very successful and be able to drive nice cars, live in big houses, and take expensive vacations. I almost never saw my dad during this time because he was always at a conference, visiting with a client, or off on a business trip. He was also very much in debt, which was a huge contributing factor in my parents to divorce some years later. He remains in debt to this day. I vowed I would never join a MLM.During the dot-com craze, when investors were putting up ten million dollars for the kid down the street to make a website about sock puppets, my dad and some of his friends invested what little money he had left, as well as money from several family members, into a website of their own. The idea was to create a virtual city, where people could go and chat, shop, or just explore and play games. The website disappeared along with most of the others when everybody realized there is no money in sock puppets. I vowed I would never run a website.After I graduated from high school I went to work in a fast food restaurant. I worked long and hard for $5.65/hour (those were Canadian dollars too, so more like $4 for you Americans). After a few years, I knew I must be worth at least $10/hour, so I went out looking for a better job. It took me quite some time before I finally found a job in a water softener factory making over $13/hour. I was rich! I was living at home and had no expenses at all. I bought a car, got my own phone line in my bedroom, and loaded up with all kinds of junk. TVs, VCRs, even a fancy new DVD player. It was hard, messy work, but at least I didn't have to run a business.Later, I graduated to a job at a box factory. It wasn't as messy, but it was way harder work. And boring. You know that Simpsons episode where Bart's school does a tour of the box factory? It was just like that. Except the management were a lot more like Joseph Stalin. It was a horrible job and I hated every second I spent there. But it payed almost $20/hour! Hello Hamptons! I was the richest one out of all my friends.But reality struck. Strangely enough, girls aren't impressed when you tell them you work at a box factory for a living. So I went back to school, got a diploma in IT, and went to work for a big company. I'd finally made it now. I was on salary, I had my own desk, and I got 3 weeks of vacation a year.And then a weird thing happened. I started working on friend's computers on the side to make a bit more money. But that's not a business, right? I didn't want to start one of those. Then I ran into this fellow who made a living selling comic book figurines on e-bay. I couldn't believe it. I was awestruck. How could this be? I decided I needed to find something that I could sell on e-bay too. That's not a business, right?It took me about 6 more years and a career change to finally find something I could sell on e-bay. So I contacted the distributor, started a website, and started selling these really cool high quality flashlights. All of a sudden, I was running a business. How did this happen? I wasn't quite sure, but I thought if somebody else could make money selling stuff online, why couldn't I? It didn't take me long to find out that you actually have to have some type of plan if you want your business to go anywhere. So I sold off the rest of my stock at bargain price, shut down the website, and started trying to figure out what else I could do.I started reading some books on business, and an amazing thing happened. As I started learning more and more, I started to see the mistakes I had made, and all of the mistakes my dad had made. I started to realize that I didn't have to make those mistakes, and that I could actually be successful. I started to see opportunities I hadn't seen before. They were right there in front of me the whole time, but I didn't recognize them for what they were.I've learned that I am in charge of my own destiny. I don't have to put my fate in someone else's hands and hope they know what they're doing. I don't have to worry about how I'll be able to support my family when the next round of layoffs comes along.I can work for myself, I can start a home business, I can start a small business...I can do whatever I want, because now I am in control. That is why I am in business.Come learn from me and we'll make it together.Dadhttp://businessdadblog.blogspot.com/
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My background in business, and why I chose to become a businessman despite negative examples.
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