Timebuilder
Entrepreneur
- Joined
- Nov 25, 2001
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In broadcasting, I sat in a small room with a view of a parkinglot, hated the people I worked for, and went home talking to myself. There were happy times, but they seem few and far between in retrospect.
Now I sit in a jet cockpit, with a view like no other (save from space), like the people I work for, and go home awed that I could be doing something I love that makes me feel like a kid again.
Like the above replies indicate, it's a matter of motives. I'm not in this for the top money, as time and age will prevent that. I'm doing this because I enjoy it, and I think I'll enjoy it until they throw dirt on me.
Now I sit in a jet cockpit, with a view like no other (save from space), like the people I work for, and go home awed that I could be doing something I love that makes me feel like a kid again.
Like the above replies indicate, it's a matter of motives. I'm not in this for the top money, as time and age will prevent that. I'm doing this because I enjoy it, and I think I'll enjoy it until they throw dirt on me.