This blog is a documentation of how I would get rich in the internet market. It can also be a documentation of my blunders, but who dwells on the negative? You would read this blog either because you’re bored, are stalking me or want to make it big in the digital world like me.
I haven’t made it big yet. I haven’t made it digital. And if I want to continue eating I needed a day job. So I asked a relative for a favor and got me a part time job at a catering service. Since I am staying and eating in their house, I think I will not get paid but I will still get fed.
The great part of this setup is that I have around 7 hours each day to blog, freelance and build up my digital portfolio. Currently I am writing for my other blog, which is less personal and more academic in nature. I am also transcribing random posts from youtube so I can finally get a transcription job.
I’m still trying to adjust my body clock to my new schedule. I have to wake up at 6 am leave the house by 8 and immediately go to the market. It takes 2 hours to get all the things done before I can get some free time which is around 10 am. Then by 1 pm after people have eaten we go back to the market to buy ingredients. That would take another 2 hours, followed by another 4 hours free time. By 6 pm I leave the canteen and go back home which gives me 2 hours of personal surfing, some job searching before I go to sleep.
I also have to memorize so many things. First there are the store owners. Second are the people who I have to watch over. Third are the locations of the shops. Memorizing has never been my best feature. I almost flunked my high school chemistry when I forgot what the periodic table was. Now I only remember maybe 15 elements and not in order. I estimate that I’ll memorize all of the stuff I need by the end of the year, when I am about to leave the job.
When people change things in their lives they develop stress. This is from all forms of changes, a new car, a new device, a new address, or worst a new girlfriend - you will eventually feel some knot in your back. Most of the stress we encounter allows us to challenge ourselves but the ones we let get under our skin ruins our day. I am infected with the latter type of stress and it has hindered me from writing more.
I like my new address, I like the routine (eat-sleep-eat), but for some reason I’m not writing as much as I thought I hoped. And this is what I hoped to earn a living from. I guess hypochondria strikes again. Thus the next lines come from a mind deprived of inspiration.
I believe that right now I am performing less because my basic needs are met. I am fed on time, anytime, I don’t do dishes, I don’t do laundry, I don’t even cook my food. Everything comes so easy my complaints come from not being with my buddy (laptop) 8 hours a day which I used to.
I don’t have stress from not having, but from knowing I could have more. I have spent the last few days filling my day with movies I have failed to watch before. It’s great but it feels so pointless. I realized that what made watching movies was getting so stressed from my previous job, similar to finding a well in a desert.
When I went away from home, I swore that I would change my habits to be the better me. That is not happening. This has been the cause of my stress. So what I did was read my previous blog about how much money I would need before I retire.
Maybe when I get my key for success I would post it here. But right now, you (meaning nobody) will be reading about my failures.
And tomorrow I might go out in the real world and try to get me a job.
It doesn’t take much to discourage me. When I first didn’t get the love of my 12 year old life, I thought I would be forever single and never have a wonderful life. 2 dozen years later and thousands of heart fragments missing, I realized life is not on my side.
I had a great childhood, but I guess I’m, just a wimp who immediately cries with a scratch. I get up and try my best after whining to anybody at reach. That’s why people around me has stopped giving me bad news or treat me to great food before dropping the bomb.
I’m 1st week in my attempt to dominate some corner in this digital world. The result s were ugly. Nobody accepts my bid to work for them, when I get tested I get turned down for crappy work, and I’m spending without earning. My yellow brick road to success seems grayer today.
I stopped applying for jobs. I was too depressed, I needed space and time. I became the little boy again who has to cry before moving on. I hate myself.
What I appreciate about being turned is being told as why I was turned down. My jokes were perverted, what I wrote wasn’t catchy, my work smelled so amateur they hired the next not so good guy who applied for the same job.
It hurts not being acknowledged, but I tell my self that if I were to hire someone for the jobs applied to, I wouldn’t have picked me as well.
During this time I had to move out of the City I lived in and go to the country side to minimize my expenses. I found a relative willing to take me in. I would use this to time to hone my skills.
My whining is over. Get ready Internet. Here’s my second try.When I quit my job I thought about permanently retiring. If I had won the lottery then you wouldn’t be reading my blog. I would have traveled in a heart beat to some foreign country where a translator is a requirement. But you aren’t hallucinating, and are reading my blog so that means I have to get my millions first.
Now I’ve decided to try freelancing/ I-don’t’-really-know-what-I’m-doing, my financial status have changed. True I never know when I would get any money, but I have less expense now. There is no need to commute from home to office and no more over priced lunches. Still I want to retire someday. I want 20 years of no work before I die.
I read somewhere before you retire you have to take account your current expenses and adjust it with inflation then multiply it to the number of years you plan to retire. My monthly expenses cost 10,000 ($250) when I was still working. I’m still single now and I plan to have only two children (any more and I would consider parricide). I’m guessing I need to multiply my current expenses by three adjust that to the inflation rate then multiply to the number of years.
I know a lot of people don’t like math. But I like teasing people so I made a table of how my computation looked like.
30,000 (estimated expenses with kids involved) x 110% (5% inflation for the 22 years I would work before I retire) x 12 (months in year) x 20 years (my retirement time) = 151,200,000 ($3,360,000).
Wow. Damn the inflation. Damn future children. I had to wash my face after computing. I had a computation once that did not factor in the inflation. It was a third of what is written above. The good news about this is that I now know how much I need. So if I get that number, god knows how, I can stop working.
Now we go to the meat of this blog. I now compute how much I need to earn in a selected time frame.
Total amount divided by time frame = (((151,200,000/22)/12)/30)
In a year I need to earn 6,872,727, or 572,727 in a month, or 19,090 a day. I need to earn 19,090 tomorrow. How the heck do I do that? Plus I just realized I might need to kill myself if I am still alive 20 years after retirement. I never understood why people hate Math, until now. My parents never earned that much money. I fear its not in my genes too.
I am now not above in asking for donations. Please message me if you want to be my friend who will love you and your money.
I started working during college. I was an assistant to the school book store and while that may sound great to my fellow bookworms, the bookstore I worked for had more dust than books. Luckily my allergies to dust haven’t triggered during this time or else people would have left the store with spit rather than books.
During those experiences I realized that certain tasks were easier to accomplish than others. Coincidentally, the tasks I finished sooner were done later by my colleagues. I was better in organizing events, researching materials and getting people to join a cause. I also learned I don’t like being kept in the dark or working for a stupid leader.
I guess everybody has a rough estimate of their strength and weaknesses. What I have found to work in starting any job is to use my strength first, then, elevate the behaviors that may be considered weaknesses to tolerable level. With my previous employment I slept a lot during working hours. I can’t help it. I sleep whenever I want to. What I did to alleviate the complaints of my supervisor was to volunteer more with social events for our department. I spear headed costume events, planned team buildings, downloaded songs for the team and made sure everybody I worked with liked me. I had to bribe to get my sleep. And yes, still meet the quota.
There are also skills acquired through repetition. After listening to probably thousands of calls of North Americans, I’ve become familiar to the different accents from that other side of the world. I can differentiate between the rushed New Yorker and the charming always shouting Texan. My English also improved during this time (which was near dead due to lack of usage) and now I can write on friends Facebook wall comments that are half insult and praise, leaving them guessing with what I really mean.
I decided to learn Japanese once, however there was nobody to talk with. I would have liked to fly to Japan and learn the language by immersing to the culture but alas, I was born a poor man. I would have probably learned it through hard work and dedication, but I have learned that in learning, some educations are made easier by money.
Some of my hobbies are even considered skills. I have been used to be in front of a computer for at least 8 hours a day, any less than that then I get fidgety. Now most people can’t withstand even at least 2 hours in front of a computer. This puts me to an advantage. Because there might be a job out there that asks you to just be sit and stare at the monitor for 8 hours a day. Like an online security guard.
At this point it would be clear I would be in some field of communication. I like writing, I love word play and I heard it pays great. I might also try transcribing calls as I have acquired the skills for it. I wouldn’t also mind being an English tutor to a very cute Japanes girl.
So I decided to quit my job and venture into the internet for money and fame. Hey, who would have though it would be goddamn hard. Not Mark Zuchenberg I tell you. With my old job I could have just drone into mundane tasks and let the hours flee away, knowing that even if I didn’t do a great job by the end of the month I would be given money.
I couldn’t really stay in that company. Everybody in the upper management seemed to hate me. I hated each of them too. It wasn’t my fault I just hate “the man” by default. What’s the point in surviving poverty if I’m just going to do the same thing a rich pampered kid would to rise up the corporate ladder, which is to kiss ass. I need to show some integrity, and crap, their jokes were never funny. “I’m prettier than her, laugh mindless followers!” said the once unsociable teenager turned manager.
I wish I could have won the last “6/55 lotto” lottery which piled into a whooping 400M pesos (90M dollars), then I wouldn’t still be in front of a computer, destroying both my eyes and hands so that I could still pay the bills. There is that option of retiring to the world of Bumnasia and be its king. The problem with that scenario is that I love having money. I love the security it brings, the feeling of superiority gives me over to those whi have less than me and its ability to attract beautiful gold diggers.
Thus, I am faced with plethora of tasks I need to do. I will enumerate them by level of difficulty. I have to post my resume (strictly for online jobs), register myself to various websites needed by a digital person (Ebay, Paypal, etc), update my contacts directory, read hundreds of terms and agreements, organize my computer files, think of the next big idea and manage this goddamn blog and even create another one.
What I do love about having all this free time is that it gives me time to see things in perspective. I do not have to push myself each morning to get out of bed, clean myself to be presentable or pretend to like people at work. I get up, open my door and see the world outside. I step out to smell the fresh air and hear the birds chirping sweetly while a cold morning breeze wakes me fully. Then I immediately get back in to check my Facebook wall and scrounge some possibilities in the internet.
I am decided to make this year my make or break year with the digital world. If I wake up one day enslaved again by corporate rules, pestered by people assigned to seek next to me and confined to a specific place with a specific time, then I would accept that state. Because I know I have clicked everything I could, scrolled over all promos I could and exhausted myself in finding my 3D corner in the digital world.
I’m going to try every possibility offered to me in this digital kingdom. If that means content writing, answering surveys, modeling for adult chat, I would do it. I would even sucker punch somebody’s grandma for a dollar now.