I have to admit, I used to have a real job like everyone else.

Worked in the tackle shop part time until I had to get a real job. Worked in recieving after school and on Sundays (worked at the tackle shop on Saturdays), in what used to be (they are now bankrupt and out of bussiness) one of the countries largest furniture retailers. After 8 months, got bored with the recieving, no challenge required so I asked if I could try out sales. To my surprise they said "Why not...", eventhough I was a 18 y.o punk kid with hair sticking straight up that varied between bleached blonde and jet black.

Long story short, management screwed up royally and everything went downhill. Was very tired of losing my commisions...one night I had a $8000 sale blow up in my face and walked out that night. The next day, I started working at the tackle shop full time.