DontGetAJob.com

As a rule, I have a hard time motivating myself. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve gotten better, but I’m by no means good (or maybe not yet average) at getting the ball rolling.

The inner monologue behind my procrastination goes something like this: “Garrr! I really should do the dishes when I get home - What an unpleasant task. If I put that off, I can have more time to spend watching wacky British comedy! - The most pleasant of times!” Sound familiar? If you’re like me, you converse with yourself like this multiple times per day.

However, I think I’ve found a flaw in my logic. I avoid my sink full of crusty oatmeal and…Ok, at this point I couldn’t think of a second off putting sink item, so I clicked over to another tab in my browser and hit the StumbleUpon button. That is how bad I am.

Anyway, the reason I avoid these jobs is because I only think about the bad parts. I don’t look at the whole dish washing transaction as a whole. All I really think about is the grimeyness of dishwater and my lost half hour.

However, this does not take into account the HEAP of benefits I get from an empty sink and clean cereal bowls, including the very important sense of satisfaction I get from getting something done.

This concept can be applied to a number of unpleasant tasks. Another undertaking I like to put off is the gym. When I think about going, I think about the lost free time, the effort, and the bacteria. (So I’m a germaphobe.) I don’t think that 6 months from now I will feel much better about myself, and 50 years from now, I won’t have 4-digit cholesterol.

So next time you’re convincing yourself that you can save that job for later (aka never…), think about the total benefits both now and later, and not just the detriment. You just might get something done.

Today, it’s the norm to have a job. To most, being employed has a positive connotation, whereas being unemployed is paramount to being lazy and unproductive. (Heaven forbid!)

Being the fairly average citizen I am, I have a job. I’m an accountant. I keep track of the money that my lawyer employers bring in, but I can do that in two words: A lot. The rest of the time I push papers, mice, and keyboard buttons. Someday, I also aspire to have 2.3 kids and a dog.

That said, being normal is not my aim. If I could find a way out of being employed without a way out of eating three meals (and an afternoon snack) daily, I would do it!

And that’s why I’m here. With some ingenuity and hard work, I’m positive that there are is money to be made on the internet.

Now, if I can manage overcome my inner flake and make this happen, I’ll avoid becoming the man in the Cadillac with the size 48 suit on his way to the office to oversee the all of the ever important never ending paper pushing.

My buddy Dave is my sponsor (emotionally) in this mission. We’re going to make sure that we don’t become this over-satisfied fat man. For the time being, we’re both employed. My goal is to make sure that’s not true a year from now.