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Weekend reading: Two early jobs that taught me independence

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I enjoyed Financial Samurai’s post this week [1] about the three worst jobs that made him the leisurely mogul he is today:

Whenever I got yelled at by a client or boss or had to travel thousands of miles for a one hour long meeting, I’d remember back to my high school days and smile.

I had this immense fear that if I did not do well in school, I would end up flipping burgers in the morning, stuffing envelopes in the afternoon, and moving boxes at night for a living.

Thanks to fear, I studied my heart out so I could at least have a chance at a better life.

My own reaction to early wage slavery was slightly different. Two jobs in particular helped make me the mildly maverick man I am.

Key was some part-time temp work I did in a huge office in Central London as a student, processing one privatisation offer or another.

I was going through a left-wing phase at the time, and I don’t remember which issue it was. More importantly, the entire operation was so dispiriting it’s a wonder it didn’t make me a commie.

Every day we’d be assigned near randomly to huge rooms to do different tasks such as sorting envelopes, opening envelopes, or stapling cheques and applications together. Yes, each of these was a different room, and a different role. Mind blowing stuff.1 [2]

Being mildly obsessive, I took some pride in processing as many envelopes as I could per hour, which my co-workers found hilariously diligent. And they were right, because at the end of the day a swathe of us would be told – arbitrarily, by alphabetical order or similar – that we would not be required the next day, and my time came soon enough.

All my efforts had been completely overlooked by my capitalist masters, and I was cast out like a three-legged donkey.

I vowed that I’d eventually be in charge of my fate. (Also: Better to be a capitalist master than a wage slave).

At least as crucial for me was my several years of delivering newspapers before school. I loved this job, which involved waking at 6am, seeing the bag of papers dwindle to one and then nothing, and “reading” page 3 and the Garfield comic strip before the paper’s legal owners.

My newspaper round felt like a cross between legalized trespassing and paid weight training, as the size of the Sunday supplements grew over the years. Best of all, the wodge of tips I received at Christmas was directly related to my efforts.

I was delighted to read in The Snowball [3] that Warren Buffett also delivered newspapers in his school years.

Perhaps there’s still hope that the billions – or maybe some modest millions – might yet follow for me, too.

Any formative work experiences? Unburden yourself in the comments below!

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  1. And another reason why I’m no fan of sweatshops [38]. Bring on the robots! [ [39]]