I used to have a 9 to 5 job, which I really loathed. I was working as a dispute analyst for a major credit card company. It was my job to explain to people that refuse to read things that the thing they signed without reading would cost them $70,000 and it was beyond our control. I needed a way out.
But couldn’t really justify quitting. The money was good. So good, in fact, that I had amassed enough in my 401k that if I were to cash it out I could fund my lifelong dream to buy an RV and roam around the country recording all of the music America has to offer. I had my out! I had dreams to chase, but unfortunately I was being anchored by this day-job. And so, in 2012 I got myself fired. Show Notes