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I started as a college student, studying recording industry management. That lasted a whole year. Hated college. After dropping out, I joined a band with some high school friends, playing drums. Doom and thrash metal. It was fun for a few years, and paid us just enough for beer and weed. Met some great people, had a blast. During this time I was also working for Wally World, doing pretty much every job they have there. After several years of that, I went to work for a paint store, mixing and selling paint. Nothing glamorous, mind you, but it was an okay job. Toward the end of that job, I went back to school to get my degree in graphic design. Did some freelance work on the side.
Eventually, we decided to move to SC. My wife's sister and her family were here, as well as my sister and her family. Thirty eight years in Tennessee, then moving to South Carolina was a big change. The deeper into the south you go, the slower, and stranger things seem to get. After about 3 months of being unemployed, which was my longest stretch ever to be without a job, I went up to a sporting goods/gun distributor that we lived only 3 miles away from. I asked if they had a design department. They did, but no openings. Asked what jobs they did have, and they said in the warehouse. Cool, no problem, I just need a job. After about a year of driving a forklift and slinging around merchandise, an opening came up in their media department. I put in for it and got the job, doing catalog and flyer design. Great job, with great people. I'd get in to work, we'd have a quick meeting, and then hit our computers. I'd just put the headphones on, crank up iTunes, and rock out while using Quark and Photoshop. After a little over a year of that, my wife and I were struggling to keep her in nursing school, so I spoke to one of the vice-presidents and asked to move into sales. I made the move, much to the irritation of my supervisor, because she loved the work I was doing. She did however, understand that money is money and they couldn't offer me anything close to the potential of sales work. It's fun calling myself a "business unit manager" but all I really do is glorified telemarketing. I have about 100 customers, mostly gun and pawn shops, all across the country, and I call on them and they call on me to buy guns, ammo, shooting accessories and the like. I've made some great friends, customers and co-workers alike, and this year is shaping up to be a really good year for the gun trade, with the upcoming elections and all.
That's about it, all summed up in a couple of paragraphs.