“There is a myth I grew up with and heard so many times that I had believed it. They say money doesn’t buy you happiness. This is a delusion the poor cling to and the rich find comical. Money does buy happiness. Money equals freedom, the highest form of happiness. Money equals pleasure. The more you have the more pleasurable life is. People with money can never know what it is like to be without money.”
Clifford Thurlow, Gigolo: Inside the Secret World of the Super Rich
“They say money can’t buy happiness. But it can sure as hell can solve a lot of problems!”
Robert Rolih, The Million Dollar Decision: Get Out of the Rigged Game of Investing and Add a Million to Your Net Worth
“They say money doesn’t buy happiness. Well, neither does poverty.”
Samuel R. Young Jr.
“Money Can’t buy happiness. But somehow, it’s much more comfortable to cry in a Lamborghini than on a bicycle.”
Anonymous
“People who say money can’t buy happiness, have apparently never used money.”
Anonymous
“You must gain control over your money or the lack of it will forever control you.”
Dave Ramsey
“Lack of money is the root of all evil.”
Anonymous
When you begin to metamorphose from pauperism to parvenue, or poverty to profligacy, there are two subtle indications that you notice first. You begin to fill your gas tank every time you stop to refuel, and when you stop at a fast-food restaurant, you cease looking for deals and order whatever you desire. People who have never had to stop at McDonalds and order 3 cheeseburgers off the dollar menu, because that was the most food for your buck, and that is all the money you had to spend that day, do not understand the gratitude felt when you look at a menu and order anything you want. People who have never had to scrape together two dollars for gas money, just to make it home, do not understand the gratefulness of being able to fill a gas tank. When I first experienced filling my gas tank without a second thought, and when I first ordered a supersized triple cheeseburger with extra bacon and a few side items without reservation, I felt an inferno of warmth inside of me caused by the D.O.S.E. response – and I was never going back to poverty.
In order to deal with the influx in volume of clientele, I had to scale this operation to sustain growth. The primary step was to get help. To get help, I had to tell a few select people what I was doing, and what I needed. The first person I called was Dave. Because Dave had created the website and knew what was going on, he would be the easiest to bring further in to the business. I hadn’t apprised him of what had occurred over the months, so he was unaware that I was drowning in clients, work, and money.
“You have how much money sitting at your house right now!?” exclaimed Dave when I informed him of my troubles.
It felt good to finally tell someone. I could finally get some help, including another perspective on how to handle my situation. His dramatic reaction confirmed that the sheer volume of what had been accomplished, of what was happening, was very unique and out of the ordinary. When I became fixated on the intricacies of running this operation, I had lost sight of the bigger picture, that this volume of work, clients, and money was extraordinary indeed.
“Around a hundred thousand dollars, just sitting in my dresser drawer right now,” I repeated.
“Holy shit! Why didn’t you tell me? Ok. Let’s break this down. What do you need from me right now?” queried Dave.
He was starting to become punctilious, by breaking our actions into necessary regimented steps. This is exactly what I needed!
“I need help shipping. Even if you just stop by my house every day to pick up the packages I have packaged, and take those to the post office. That will be a start. I will pay you ten dollars per package.”
I had thought about this prior to calling Dave. Ten dollars per package was generous. Considering there was ten to fifteen packages per day, that was one hundred to one hundred and fifty dollars per day for less than an hours’ worth of work. I needed help now. If I wanted good guys to help me, I needed to make helping me very attractive by making it very lucrative. Besides, the average order was five hundred dollars, of which my profit was four hundred dollars. Ten dollars per package was a very small percentage of my profits.
Dave replied immediately, “I will be right over to grab the first batch of packages.”
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