Day One

Super Corny Quote: "Today is the first day of the rest of your life" Today I cemented in my little brain that from now until society makes me behave I am going to chase my dream. I'm gonna risk it. Quit my job. Sell my life. All in the hopes that I'm just enough better than everyone else who thinks they can setup shop and start their own business. That my implementation is better, or more fun to use, or just plain makes your life better. That I can make enough money to play another day, when countless others cant. Now, I'm not completely new to this. neither the business nor the idea. For the last 7 years, almost without pause myself and 2 of my very best friends have been scheming towards this day. And we all probably without a doubt knew this day was going to come. And its more than a little weird that its here now. I'm filled with this nervous energy, a to-do list a mile long, and a sense of purpose - like this is what i'm supposed to be doing, you know? When I was 16 and bored out of my tree, with help from my parents, I rented a bit of office space in the same building my Dad runs his accounting practice out of. I had an office probably 8x10, no bigger, a desk, a chair, and a couple boxes full of worthless computer parts. I made a flier on the one computer that did work and too my father's expense photocopied it 300 times, and then I started walking it around town. I was in grade 11, and I would bring the fliers to school and pack my locker with them, and as soon as the school was done I would head to the part of town I hadn't done yet and start handing them out door to door. i rang every doorbell, i talked to every little old lady, and on more than one occasion I fixed a computer on the way to the next house. after it got to late to ring doorbells I walked back to the office and started working on any of the odd jobs I had managed to get. I was your regular neighborhood mr. fix-it but for all things computers. I made websites, pos software, built pcs, and fixed them. I prided myself on personal service, I would come to your house, try and fix your computer there, and if I couldn't I would take it with me and return it working the next day. at the height of the business I employed 7 people, mostly part-time, had daily shipments of material, and held the support contract for the parish & heinbecker (a large seed company) head office. it was probably the coolest job i could have asked for. And I loved it. And now its time for round 2.