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I’ve Been Sitting, Waiting, Wishing

I don’t want to say I’ve been in a funk lately, but I don’t have a better word to describe it. You likely have noticed that my typical five posts a week has dropped down to three, and even then I’ve still been missing a post here or there. Even worse, I feel like some of them are rather just chucked together for the sake of getting something out there – i.e. a lot of responses to comments and emails.

In my defense, there can be a lot to learn from people that contact me, and if I help someone I’d like to put the information out there full blast so that the maximum amount of people can reap the benefits of it.

Anyways, there’s a bit of a reason behind the lack of motivation. The first being, I have a shit load of extracurricular projects going on right now. I’m about to launch a new website with several other Manosphere writers and I designed the entire back end of the website, as well as developing content. I’m working on designing another website for a client that my girlfriend referred to me; thanks dear. On top of that, I just launched another site recently (not linking between them, really) that I am hoping will bring in some passive income. Oh, and I’m trying to still write chapters of a new book.

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On top of that all, my current living situation is in complete limbo because I might be getting a job offer in New York City soon.

Whoa, whoa, WHOA. Brakes on.

Yeah, you heard it right. It’s a position internal to my current company, which means that I’m trying to not get caught working on various extracurricular activities while I’m, you know, at work. Prior to this development, I’d been churning out three to four articles a day for This Is Trouble, ROK, and the other endeavors.

Plus, I have this thing called a social life that needs attention, too.

Anyways, pursuing this position rather than saying fuck corporate America is a bit hypocritical based off of this post. I know, I know, I said I was going to escape the workforce. There’s just simply no way I can pass this up. Realistically, it will be a long time before I can afford to live in New York City based off of what I make on this blog, unless more people buy my book (hint hint).

This is a position that would probably triple my salary (granted, in NYC my cost of living may double from San Diego), with the potential to move into some very, very lucrative positions within the next decade. When I say lucrative, I mean along the lines of $750k-$1mil a year.

One good sale in my thirties for a ten year contract and I could retire.

I should be flying out for interviews sometime in mid-July, so until then I have to behave myself at work. Don’t worry though, I’ve still got plenty of trouble up my sleeve.

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  • Blackbird says:

    If you’ve got an opportunity to live and work in New York that makes financial sense, take it. That being said, know exactly what you’re getting into and don’t commit to it for a lifetime. If you love it, stay if you hate it leave. The money you make working in the city can make it seem like you’re trapped there. It’s intoxicating to earn double or triple what you’re worth anywhere else and it’s easy to lose perspective on how much it costs to live elsewhere or how much cash you need to survive. A time will come when you say, “I hate this place, but I just can’t make it on anything less than $X00,000.” You can, and if you’re smart you’ll leave that place with stacks of cash.

    New York is as far removed from San Diego culturally as it is geographically. If you’re a young professional, there won’t be anyone in your inner circle you earnestly saying “Take it easy, there are more important things than money and career.” Over there on the left coast, people chant that bullshit like a mantra. Here, even the communist bohemian chick that you got drunk and shagged last night will drop kick you out of her loft in time to catch the L train back to work. She already slept with a half a dozen broke losers she met at the poetry slam. She’s fucking your hard working square ass as part of some weird plan B that she hasn’t quite fleshed out yet, but certainly involves you earning big. Even though you may not be emotionally connected to these people around you, the rhythm of the city and everyone in it is to “work, earn, work, earn.” It can play on your sanity after a while.

    You love to drive? New York can change that. If you live in one of the outer boroughs, you’ll probably need a car. I recommend a 10 year old Crown Vic with a push bumper. Driving is a contact sport with lots of waiting between 0-80 sprints on city streets. Be prepared for airtime. Those construction plates are a bitch! You’ll be glad you don’t have your ‘stang anymore. If you live in Manhattan or Brooklyn, a car is more trouble than it’s worth, and your buddies will try and talk you into buying some toy at BMW of Manhattan, Potampkin, or wherever. Don’t! A car is a depreciating asset and there is no place in the USA that it will depreciate faster than in NY. Save that cash for your escape fund. I love to drive and I own livestock now, so living in the city isn’t worth it to me.

    The city is cleaner, safer and friendlier than it has been since the early “fun city” days of John Lindsay’s administration, so don’t worry about any of the nonsense people say about NYC. And don’t listen to anyone who tells you it’s a sterilized Disneyland, therefore it’s boring now. That’s not true either. New York is still the world’s nexus of money and power, and it is filled with people who want to associate with those things. If you go into it with your eyes open, you’ll have a blast. It is the best place on earth for implementing any plans or dreams you have relating to your career, game, or self improvement. Plus, if you ever decide to leave, you’ll occasionally be able to start a sentence with “When I lived in New York…” This is an intriguing novelty for anyone who isn’t from the tri-state area. You’ll get to regale people with your crazy NY stores, and trust me, you’ll have lots of them.

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