Make that into a sustainably profitable venture and I will salute you. Even cooler, build a whole battalion of inked, dreaded, dyed, and pierced characters of all backgrounds and persuasions. Start a business and grow it big enough to employ an army of suits. Your call on both.Īlternatively, become the CEO of your own corporation. Tattoos are increasingly acceptable but FTW across your forehead might limit the options a bit. A broke martyr might hold the moral high ground, but they’re still broke. Unless you’re the CEO, you may have to conform to required conditions or stay wedded to Centrelink. Some things, like branded uniforms and neat hairdos, are a requirement for a ticket to this ball. The next seven years working in AV control and integration paid for a major dream goal. It didn’t exactly go to plan, but it did bear professional fruit. Going back to university for two years aged 35 was a poverty-stricken roll of the dice on my future. I gave it a good crack, but it got me so down that another major life change emerged. Why did I stay for 12 miserable months?īecause I was out of good options, in debt and seeking some normality after years on the road. Above all, I hated this company’s culture. Forced to wear cheap (company supplied) nylon trousers and shirts, I felt uncomfortable before even walking in the door. Forced to wear a tie for the only time in my adult life, I chose the ugliest one I could find. AV hire technician is an okay job, but I felt like societal flotsam in this company. The next gig trawled near the bottom of my career. Said boss was then shafted by sharks in suits and lost his company. Karmically, that same venue bit me on the arse not long after when my housemate repeatedly lost his rent to their sparkly bandits and nearly got us evicted. I had a great boss who has become a lifelong friend. Successfully project managing a multi-million-dollar AV install was an awesome feather in the cap. The gig turned out to be a major vocational stepping stone for me. I sucked it up by reasoning that A: I desperately needed the money, and B: most of my career to date was involved in entertaining and distracting punters from the mundanity of their own corporate existences. I liked the people in the company but didn’t like that their main client was spending over a billion dollars building a burden on society – Crown Casino. Next move from dirty rock ’n’ roll to a more sanitised business life was also a choice. Moving up the ranks to better gigs saw conditions and pay improve markedly, but the insecure road life ultimately wore me out. At that level in the industry, two of the great attractions were the lack of dress code and the seat-of-the-pants nature of the work. I chose to work in concerts, starting with dingy pubs and scungy trucks. Should I, shouldn’t I? It’s entirely up to you to balance life needs and choices. But maybe you have ethical or social concerns about the company that’s dangling a fat carrot. Let your children squabble over your ashes. Maybe decades climbing the ladder to the ultimate boardroom is your thing.
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