I could feel the heat rising in my face, I was so mad and embarrassed.
The year is 2016, and I’m working as a bartender a few nights a week to bring in a little bit of cash.
I had made every mistake in the book with my business, and it was on life support.
The job was fine. Bartending is fun, for the most part.
But bartending was also a job I took back in my early twenties. I did it in college.
Going back a decade later felt like a huge step backwards. Yet, I did it because I have a family to support.
Unfortunately, after taking the job, I was immediately asked by all the patrons, “Has Chris yelled at you yet?”
Now, look: I’m no troublemaker. I’m generally a good worker, and I try to pay attention to detail. I follow directions and am respectful.
I felt there would be no reason for Chris (the manager) to ever yell at me.
Everyone knew, though. The patrons, the kitchen staff, my fellow bartenders… they all told me it would come.
One day, several months in, I am stocking the bar fridge for the Friday night. I can’t find any olives. I mention it to Chris, who frowns. “I just bought olives. Did you look in the cooler?”
“Yeah. I didn’t see any.”
I continued with my setup.
Less than 10 minutes later, Chris emerges from the kitchen, and he does not look happy.
“You want to be a jerk? That’s fine. You want to talk back to me? I don’t care. I can handle it. But the one thing I cannot STAND is when someone lies to me!”
I froze, a confused look on my face.
He held up a giant jar of olives.
“I checked the second cooler and it was RIGHT THERE. Because you were too lazy to look and instead lied to me about it!”
Now, keep in mind that we had already opened by this point. There were people at the bar drinking beers. And Chris is not being quiet. He’s all-out screaming at me because he thought I had lied about olives.
I tried to interrupt him several times, even insulting myself in an effort to defuse the situation. “I’m not a liar, I’m an idiot, Chris. I forgot about checking the second cooler. I only checked the first one. That’s my fault.”
It didn’t matter. He glared at me and stormed off in a huff, slamming doors behind him.
Those sitting at the bar smirked and shook their heads, knowing that it was inevitable that I would be yelled at for something.
I’m better than this.
I’m a grown man. If somebody has a problem with me, they can just be honest and talk about it with me openly.
But this jerk decided to dress me down publicly and accuse me of something I didn’t do, insulting me repeatedly in the process.
That was when I knew this job wasn’t going to last too much longer.
I can’t go home to my wife and son, look them in the eye, and carry myself with any sort of respect if I let another man talk to me and treat me that way.
I had pride.
Within a month, I had quit.
What about the money?
Yeah, the money was fine. $75-100 per night. Working 2-3 nights per week, it was a steady stream of income when we needed it.
But I knew that I could make multiples of that if I got more copywriting clients again.
So what did I do?
I went home and started focusing on what worked in the past. I leaned into the process that made me a full-time freelancer in the first place.
I replaced that income in a matter of weeks – cementing my decision to leave.
See, when things get tight, or cloudy, or frustrating, we have a tendency to panic.
We think we need to do something drastically different or reinvent the wheel.
Truth is… we just need to go back to what works and do as much of it as possible.
Otherwise, you get yourself stuck in trying to respect yourself when you’re being treated like absolute garbage by a miserable human being who wields that power over you.
So what works, then?
It’s simple: find clients, reach out to them, and build conversations.
Do this over and over, and you find work.
Am I oversimplifying? Maybe.
But at its core, that’s the strategy that I’ve used for 15 years, and it’s always worked.
Any niche. Any economy. Any time of year.
This is the process I’m teaching writers right now to build $5K-$10K/month incomes in as little as 90 days.
It can take less time, too. LB banked $2100 in his first week. He just quit his job within the last couple months.
You can quit your job, too.
You can leave that disrespectful pig of a boss.
You can take charge of your career and your life.
And you can enjoy all the freedoms – and respect – that it gives you.
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