Post: #1

I know theres some people on here who came from nothing or fell off hard and had to start from the bottom. I think West coast said he used to sleep in his car. It would be inspiring to hear some stories from guys who turned their life around.

Post: #2

Great thread.

I'm working on a blog post about my story.

Post: #3

Its detailed pretty well on some of the other threads but to give a short version:

I partied pretty damn hard in Uni, got up a good notch count and still managed to finish with good grades.
Unfortunately the Irish economy had tanked by the time I graduated with very little job opportunities and I was in debt.

2 years ago today I was working in a call centre completely depressed. You answered phones all day, weren't allowed to talk to the people beside you - a complete cubicle drone. I was making so little money and not getting laid. It was the lowest point in my life.

I registered in Feb of '12 after finding the Oilsands thread. I'd already read a lot of 'PUA' material at the stage but had never read any financial datasheets or the other lifestyle info we have here. I was instantly inspired to make the move and started working relentlessly towards making it happen.

With such minimal income it took me 9 months just to save up the $3000 Canadian dollars to fly over.

I worked my ass off to save up that much with as much side hustles as possible for extra cash before I left.

I flew into Alberta in Sept 2013. I knew no one and had a piece of paper in my pocket with handwritten instructions how to find the hostel. They lost my bags at the airport so I slept on a tiny couch overnight because I couldn't afford to sleep anywhere other then the cheap hostel (still a 3 hour bus drive away).

I meet a few guys off the forums ( all cool guys ) and started looking for some work.

I did 6 shitty jobs (living on the worst side of town and sometimes taking 2hr bus trips to get to work) before I got working on the rigs as a leasehand (bottom of the bottom) before getting hired as an MWD a week later.

I spent my last bit of money to buy a $500 dollar truck to get me to the rigs hoping that I would see some of the paycheck before I came back. ( I had $37 dollars in my account).

...

So far this year I have made $22,000 before tax. I'm on track to break 200k this year if it stays busy. I have a pretty sweet apartment back in Edmonton and my newer 2008 truck ( the first truck froze to death) is nearly paid off.

It hasn't been easy - I nearly went broke again last summer when the drilling got quiet, lost about 20 pounds and ran myself down so bad I spent a week in bed. That being said its been a great adventure and am pretty proud of all I have achieved.


The first year here was about getting set up. This year is about getting my fitness up to an elite level and bump my game back up to my Uni levels (20 - 30 notches a year). Once your finances are in order it becomes a lot easier to focus on other goals.

Its not rags to riches quite yet but I am getting there.

Thanks to everyone on the forum for all the help!

Post: #4

Irishman. How do you intend on banging 20-30 girls and getting in amazing shape if you spend at least 3/4 of your days in a remote location working 12s? what's your schedule like that would allow such a thing?

Post: #5

(02-04-2014 09:24 AM)christpuncher Wrote:  Irishman. How do you intend on banging 20-30 girls and getting in amazing shape if you spend at least 3/4 of your days in a remote location working 12s? what's your schedule like that would allow such a thing?

Good question. Ill break down my fitness plan first:

Out of town I use adjustable dumbbells and an adjustable bench. It all fits in the back of the truck still leaving enough space for whatever work gear I am bringing. I work out 5/7 days a week for about 1.5 hrs. before work. I do it first thing in the morning so I know I will get it done.



I can do about 90% of the exercises I want with those two items.

Back in town I keep the same schedule but I git the gym instead. I try and get in the heaviest lifts possible to make up for the lower weight/higher reps I do out in the oil patch.

Along with that I am taking creatine, zinc, super krill, fish oil and a few other supplements. I try and get in 6 meals a day - all cooked by myself from scratch. This means getting up early to cook and workout but its worth it.


As for game:

I work heavy during the winter, have spring off (1-3 months) and then 50/50 throughout the summer. All in I work around 200 days and have the rest off (150).

Last year:
-1 LTR from Sept to Dec
-1 fuck buddy from Jan till March
-went 4 weeks without anything in April
-8 over the summer. At one point I had about 5 at the same time.
-Kept 3 on who have seen me through the winter.

Keep in mind I was working around 28 days every month out of town during the winter drilling. And summer was not much better - drilling was quiet so I ended up working two jobs back in town for 4 months straight (construction/restaurant). I ended up just fucking a lot of the girls I was working with or customers who came in.


This year I won't have to work those kind of hours when I am back in town. This means I can spend more time tapping into what I think are the best places to find hot girls in Edmonton:

Yoga, cafes, university, bookstores, gym, outdoor swimming pools, language and cooking classes.

Come spring break up (seasonal shut down period) I will be travelling to New Orleans for a month and then putting my summer plan into action.

Ill write up a thread when the time comes but I really thing the best way to crack these Oil Cities is to play the fitness-artsy-yoga-cafe style game (haha I need a shorter name for that).

TL;DR

-Bring adjustable dumbbells with you, exercise before work and eat as much as possible.

-Lock down girl(s) for winter to stack cash

-Don't work as much during summer to spend time doing the things you enjoy in 'girl rich' locations: yoga, swimming, exercise, reading, eating etc.

-Work on day game and distance yourself from being drunken oil field trash (while still saving money)


I am not hating on night game. I am just a bit burnt out after 10 years of drinking heavy.

Post: #6

Anyway Ill want to keep the thread on topic. I am interested in hearing other peoples stories...

Post: #7

(02-04-2014 10:19 PM)Irishman Wrote:  Anyway Ill want to keep the thread on topic. I am interested in hearing other peoples stories...

Awesome info. And my bad for de-railing. So back on track with my own story...

At the end of 2012 ago I had no degree, zero dollars, zero income for the year, and had been living with my parents for several month. I had a job offer to be an engineer in the oil sands, but was 1 credit short of my engineering degree and struggling to finish.

I managed to convince the company to let me start work in the winter before I had the diploma, and was able to finish my last course and graduate in spring 2013.

In 2013 I made 123k gross and managed to save (after taxes and all living expenses) 65k. In 2014 I expect to gross about 135-140k and save 70-75k.
I may not have the time off that I would have with a sweet FIFO shift schedule (which I'd like to lock down eventually) but I have 6 weeks of paid vacation so I'm not complaining too much! Life is good.

Post: #8

Cool story man. I had a look at some of your posts and you've been dropping some good data.

Ill send ya a PM, get in touch next time you're around Edmonton.

Post: #9

Saving 65k in a year is very impressive especially on only 123k gross. So you spent about 23k to live all year that is impressive in itself assuming you had to pay rent/ food.

Post: #10

Thanks guys, I'll hit you up next time I'm in Edmonton.

And yes, I spent 26k in 2013. $900/month for rent (shared place) and the rest for living expenses.

Post: #11

christpuncher, do you have any foreigners working where you work? how do they get visas?

forget it, thought you were on a rigging job, total misread, sorry, and WP!

Post: #12

+1 for taking massive action.

WIA

Post: #13

Grew up in a dangerous neighborhood in a 1,000 sq ft home. Started my first business after high school before I started in college. Worked through college while studying. After I graduated worked for someone else and made them tons of money. They were generous enough to give me a piece of the profits (that was my big break). Used that money as seed capital for my next company and gave a % stake to my employees. We sold that company for 8 figures to a pubic company. After that it was easy.

Post: #14

(02-06-2014 11:59 AM)Gringuito Wrote:  Grew up in a dangerous neighborhood in a 1,000 sq ft home. Started my first business after high school before I started in college. Worked through college while studying. After I graduated worked for someone else and made them tons of money. They were generous enough to give me a piece of the profits (that was my big break). Used that money as seed capital for my next company and gave a % stake to my employees. We sold that company for 8 figures to a pubic company. After that it was easy.

I found myself in a similar situation, but although I made mad loot for the people I was working for, somehow that always got forgotten. I at least increased the biz by 25%. I could have done more, but after my ideas never got me even a salary, I though pass, move on.

Any ideas how to avoid that in the future? work for better people? get things in writing before opening my damn mouth?

Damn, I feel stupid just thinking how much I gave these people.

Post: #15

(02-09-2014 05:40 AM)Fortitudinal Wrote:  

(02-06-2014 11:59 AM)Gringuito Wrote:  Grew up in a dangerous neighborhood in a 1,000 sq ft home. Started my first business after high school before I started in college. Worked through college while studying. After I graduated worked for someone else and made them tons of money. They were generous enough to give me a piece of the profits (that was my big break). Used that money as seed capital for my next company and gave a % stake to my employees. We sold that company for 8 figures to a pubic company. After that it was easy.

I found myself in a similar situation, but although I made mad loot for the people I was working for, somehow that always got forgotten. I at least increased the biz by 25%. I could have done more, but after my ideas never got me even a salary, I though pass, move on.

Any ideas how to avoid that in the future? work for better people? get things in writing before opening my damn mouth?

Damn, I feel stupid just thinking how much I gave these people.

start somewhere with a bonus-system or turn-over coupled salary.

Post: #16

(02-09-2014 05:40 AM)Fortitudinal Wrote:  

(02-06-2014 11:59 AM)Gringuito Wrote:  Grew up in a dangerous neighborhood in a 1,000 sq ft home. Started my first business after high school before I started in college. Worked through college while studying. After I graduated worked for someone else and made them tons of money. They were generous enough to give me a piece of the profits (that was my big break). Used that money as seed capital for my next company and gave a % stake to my employees. We sold that company for 8 figures to a pubic company. After that it was easy.

I found myself in a similar situation, but although I made mad loot for the people I was working for, somehow that always got forgotten. I at least increased the biz by 25%. I could have done more, but after my ideas never got me even a salary, I though pass, move on.

Any ideas how to avoid that in the future? work for better people? get things in writing before opening my damn mouth?

Damn, I feel stupid just thinking how much I gave these people.

Start a business competing directly with them. You obviously know how to run the business better than they do.

Post: #17

Not rags to riches per se. I grew up middle class from two divorced parents that each owned their own business.

With that in mind, I've never gotten a handout from either one of them except part of my cooking school paid. I'd saved up 8k since starting work at 16 and dad paid the rest. Always bought my own car, gone into overdraft god knows how many times because I sucked with money and was living paycheck to paycheck. Etc.

During cooking school it was pretty shitty. I was 19, living in Altadena in a rented room with some fucking weirdo, 40 or 50 year old guy that sold security systems over the phone. Shithole apartment, I just had a mattress on the stained carpet and a busted old computer that I'd play Everquest on since I was such a goddamned loser. Didn't have a dresser, I'd just leave my clothes piled up on the floor. His tweaker gf would roll over at 4AM screaming her head off, high on god knows what.

I'd steal as much food from cooking school as I could. Any other time i lived off of $4 rice bowls at Yoshinoya. I didn't stay at that apartment very long but the next several years weren't much better.

First job out of school paid minimum wage. Old Italian mofo that broke me over his back. I lasted 6 months and then worked in a French bistro shithole that was right out of Kitchen Confidential. They started me at $9/hr which I thought was a fortune, and I continued my habits of stealing anything that wasn't locked up or bolted down. Champagne, food, equipment, you name it. There were guys there making $13/hr at that time and my eyes were filled with wonder at how anyone could make so much money.

About 3 years of bullshit jobs later, I was making $13 an hour at a very high end resort, 5 star, 5 diamond property, with my first true mentor that beat the shit out of me and really taught me how to work in a kitchen. He turned me into the aggressive, demanding perfectionist that I am today. A year and a half later I took my first chef's job in L.A. making $60,000, an ungodly amount. Unfortunately I was still a goddamned loser with women and I managed to move in with some bitch that cost me most of my money. I became miserable and sullen at the restaurant and quit 1 year into it for an $11/hr job being opened by Mario Batali. I knew I had a lot more to learn about cooking and figured this would be a great chance, and it was. The restaurant earned a Michelin star and quickly rose to the forefront of L.A. dining.

While working there, my mom died, which sent me into an emotional tailspin. I wound up quitting, taking a few months off, breaking up with that girlfriend, doing some soul searching. I bounced around to some other very highly regarded restaurants, stealing as much information and techniques as I could. I landed at the Bazaar, another high profile restaurant that was one of the highest rated restaurants in L.A. Got up to making $18 but once you make $60k per year nothing else comes close.

Sometime after the Bazaar my gradual red pill process set in (sometime around 2010-11). I read Bang. I realized all jobs are the same, working for someone else is all the same, and that my top priority needs to be some sort of scam. I realized that a man's greatest asset is his time, and that having a large salary is meaningless if it requires long hours. Hourly rate is all that matters, and that hourly rate needs to be as high as possible. I read the 48 laws of power, and the energy I used to put into cooking and food, I now put into management, teaching people to do my job for me (while paying them shit) and learning how to play the game. Let's also say I engage in some extracurricular activity that shall not be mentioned that also supplements my income substantially.

This is a typical day for me now:
-Wake up at 8-9, getting a full night of deep sleep thanks to Zinc
-Either hit the gym or go on a hike
-make myself a leisurely breakfast, either steel cut oats or organic free range eggs (that I take from work of course)
-Roll into work around 11-12. The key is I get to work BEFORE the night crew arrives, and I stay AFTER the day crew leaves, so nobody really knows how many hours I'm here except the security guys, who are too busy sleeping in their office to keep track of my coming-and-going.
-Butcher some proteins; salmon, NY steaks, shoot the shit with my cooks, catch up on the latest hotel gossip, check the RVF boards every hour
-Do some ordering for the next day, brief the night cooks about what needs to be done
-Leave at 4PM. 4-5 hour shift.
-Go home, play guitar, take a nap, do a Pimsleur French course, plan some side catering gigs, take a hike, watch a sunset, call some friends

Now, there are some days where shit hits the fan at the hotel and I need to put in a 10-12 hour day. However the longer I'm here the more that this is the exception than the rule. I'd say 90% of chefs out there work at least 12 hours a day, 6 days a week. I'm clocking about 40 hours a week which yields me a $48/hr rate. I use my free time to do side catering gigs which pay cash and is just extra gravy.

Anyway, sorry for the long post. It's not the ultimate rags to riches story (some dude living in his basement goes on to make $10+ million etc) but for most of my career I've made $9-$13 an hour, and once I pulled my head out of my ass and learned how to play the game, well, lets just say for 2014 I should make about $115k-125k gross, depending on those catering gigs.

Post: #18

(02-09-2014 01:49 PM)thedude3737 Wrote:  I realized that a man's greatest asset is his time, and that having a large salary is meaningless if it requires long hours. Hourly rate is all that matters, and that hourly rate needs to be as high as possible.

Post: #19

The company was being sued for 7 figures and I made sure that didn't happen (I'm not a lawyer). They gave me around $250k in stock as a bonus. I was being groomed to run the company once the owner retired. It's just a case of being in the right place, along with some dread game on the owner. He knew I could leave and start a company of my own.

(02-09-2014 05:40 AM)Fortitudinal Wrote:  I found myself in a similar situation, but although I made mad loot for the people I was working for, somehow that always got forgotten. I at least increased the biz by 25%. I could have done more, but after my ideas never got me even a salary, I though pass, move on.

Any ideas how to avoid that in the future? work for better people? get things in writing before opening my damn mouth?

Damn, I feel stupid just thinking how much I gave these people.

Post: #20

double post

Post: #21

This was inspiring to read through -- thanks for posting

(02-09-2014 01:49 PM)thedude3737 Wrote:  Not rags to riches per se. I grew up middle class from two divorced parents that each owned their own business.

With that in mind, I've never gotten a handout from either one of them except part of my cooking school paid. I'd saved up 8k since starting work at 16 and dad paid the rest. Always bought my own car, gone into overdraft god knows how many times because I sucked with money and was living paycheck to paycheck. Etc.

During cooking school it was pretty shitty. I was 19, living in Altadena in a rented room with some fucking weirdo, 40 or 50 year old guy that sold security systems over the phone. Shithole apartment, I just had a mattress on the stained carpet and a busted old computer that I'd play Everquest on since I was such a goddamned loser. Didn't have a dresser, I'd just leave my clothes piled up on the floor. His tweaker gf would roll over at 4AM screaming her head off, high on god knows what.

I'd steal as much food from cooking school as I could. Any other time i lived off of $4 rice bowls at Yoshinoya. I didn't stay at that apartment very long but the next several years weren't much better.

First job out of school paid minimum wage. Old Italian mofo that broke me over his back. I lasted 6 months and then worked in a French bistro shithole that was right out of Kitchen Confidential. They started me at $9/hr which I thought was a fortune, and I continued my habits of stealing anything that wasn't locked up or bolted down. Champagne, food, equipment, you name it. There were guys there making $13/hr at that time and my eyes were filled with wonder at how anyone could make so much money.

About 3 years of bullshit jobs later, I was making $13 an hour at a very high end resort, 5 star, 5 diamond property, with my first true mentor that beat the shit out of me and really taught me how to work in a kitchen. He turned me into the aggressive, demanding perfectionist that I am today. A year and a half later I took my first chef's job in L.A. making $60,000, an ungodly amount. Unfortunately I was still a goddamned loser with women and I managed to move in with some bitch that cost me most of my money. I became miserable and sullen at the restaurant and quit 1 year into it for an $11/hr job being opened by Mario Batali. I knew I had a lot more to learn about cooking and figured this would be a great chance, and it was. The restaurant earned a Michelin star and quickly rose to the forefront of L.A. dining.

While working there, my mom died, which sent me into an emotional tailspin. I wound up quitting, taking a few months off, breaking up with that girlfriend, doing some soul searching. I bounced around to some other very highly regarded restaurants, stealing as much information and techniques as I could. I landed at the Bazaar, another high profile restaurant that was one of the highest rated restaurants in L.A. Got up to making $18 but once you make $60k per year nothing else comes close.

Sometime after the Bazaar my gradual red pill process set in (sometime around 2010-11). I read Bang. I realized all jobs are the same, working for someone else is all the same, and that my top priority needs to be some sort of scam. I realized that a man's greatest asset is his time, and that having a large salary is meaningless if it requires long hours. Hourly rate is all that matters, and that hourly rate needs to be as high as possible. I read the 48 laws of power, and the energy I used to put into cooking and food, I now put into management, teaching people to do my job for me (while paying them shit) and learning how to play the game. Let's also say I engage in some extracurricular activity that shall not be mentioned that also supplements my income substantially.

This is a typical day for me now:
-Wake up at 8-9, getting a full night of deep sleep thanks to Zinc
-Either hit the gym or go on a hike
-make myself a leisurely breakfast, either steel cut oats or organic free range eggs (that I take from work of course)
-Roll into work around 11-12. The key is I get to work BEFORE the night crew arrives, and I stay AFTER the day crew leaves, so nobody really knows how many hours I'm here except the security guys, who are too busy sleeping in their office to keep track of my coming-and-going.
-Butcher some proteins; salmon, NY steaks, shoot the shit with my cooks, catch up on the latest hotel gossip, check the RVF boards every hour
-Do some ordering for the next day, brief the night cooks about what needs to be done
-Leave at 4PM. 4-5 hour shift.
-Go home, play guitar, take a nap, do a Pimsleur French course, plan some side catering gigs, take a hike, watch a sunset, call some friends

Now, there are some days where shit hits the fan at the hotel and I need to put in a 10-12 hour day. However the longer I'm here the more that this is the exception than the rule. I'd say 90% of chefs out there work at least 12 hours a day, 6 days a week. I'm clocking about 40 hours a week which yields me a $48/hr rate. I use my free time to do side catering gigs which pay cash and is just extra gravy.

Anyway, sorry for the long post. It's not the ultimate rags to riches story (some dude living in his basement goes on to make $10+ million etc) but for most of my career I've made $9-$13 an hour, and once I pulled my head out of my ass and learned how to play the game, well, lets just say for 2014 I should make about $115k-125k gross, depending on those catering gigs.

Post: #22

(02-09-2014 08:56 AM)void Wrote:  Start a business competing directly with them. You obviously know how to run the business better than they do.

Thanks man, I hope that is the case. I am one crafty hacking mo-fo, that is for sure.

I did open a company, there is a future, running your own show is hard.

So far I am not making any $ yet, but I think once things are settled I can see some light at the end of the tunnel.

Post: #23

(02-09-2014 01:49 PM)thedude3737 Wrote:  ...

Dude, when are you going to come down to Australia so we can shoot the shit over some nice Barossa Shiraz?

Post: #24

My story is more Riches to rags to riches
Well, that’s not true. It’s more a story about me bankrupting myself into prostitution whilst travelling.


I grew up on the beaches in Sydney with rich parents. I never asked for money, they never gave it to me.
They were devastated when I told them I didn't want to go to university.
So on the Monday after I graduated high school, my dad woke me up at 6am (on his way to work), he drove me out into the industrial area of Sydney, kicked me out of the car and said "find a job on your way home". I hated him for it, but it was probably the best thing that has ever happened to me in my whole life.
I was pissed off at him, but went online when I got home and found an electrical apprenticeship.
Worked and studied like a bitch for minimum wage for 4 years. After I got my qualifications as an automation technician I was on the big bucks.

I was saving about $900 every week and my only passion was getting drunk, and going to backpacker bars to bang foreign girls.
After 6 months of working, I had about $30,000. I was 21 years old and I decided to quit the job, pack a bag and head for the source of these foreign girls.
My intention was to live, work and fuck in a European country for a year.
I booked a one way ticket to Munich, Germany.

Spent a lot of time travelling around, banging ugly foreign bitches in hostel dorms. But I was the worst backpacker ever. I had too much money! It was so bad that I would take a taxi to H&M to buy new clothes because my other clothes were dirty.

So I was at Oktoberfest 2012, and after about 7 days of drinking 8-9 steins and getting hardly any sleep, I had a heart attack.
It wasn't anything serious. Apparently it’s normal for people to get Atrial Fribulation after drinking so much and putting your body out of whack, and it just got worse for me.
Eventually I was alright, but I had to spend a lot of time in the hospital.
I had travel insurance so I thought it was all taken care of.

WRONG

I had to pay about $15,000 out of my own pocket before they would let me leave the hospital.
So I checked out. It was Oktoberfest season in Munich. So there were no hotels at all available in the city.
I had about $8,000 left and decided I had better start looking for work.
I flew straight to Oslo where I had previously planned on getting work but it was a lot harder than I thought it would be.

That’s when it went down hill.

I was under the impression it would be like Australia. I had good qualifications, there was a demand for electricians, so I should be able to get a job pretty easily right?
Wrong again
I spent months applying for jobs, the applications were in English, so the application went straight into the paper shredder.
It took about a month just to get the paperwork from the immigration department just to say that I could stay in the country.

It was at this time that I ran out of money

Side note: If you want to feel like shit, just go and line up in the immigration department every morning (with 700 refugees waiting for welfare) only to be told "you have no rights in Norway)

So anyway, I was broke with no place to go. The only thing I could think of is turning to facebook and finding girls that I had banged in the past that were from Norway. I had a couple of previous bangs that were in Oslo so I decided to message them and ask if they wanted to meet up. I managed to get a few nights of free accommodation out of this before I was stupidly confident that I could just do this for a while.
I was going to bars sober to pick up girls that would take me back to their house. Usually I would enjoy that challenge! But given the situation I was in, it was more depressing than fun. Not to mention the hideous girls I had to settle for at the end of the night.

I had found this scheme where you go down to the welfare office and you can take these “Day jobs”, where small business’ call up and say “I need 2 guys to shovel snow off the company car park” and they pick guys out of the crowd to go and do it.
It’s kind of hard to explain. But it’s like the hardware shops in the US, where there is a group of Mexicans outside and you can give them $20 to help you out with whatever you have bought from the shop. They pay you about $100 for the day of work, but you cant buy much for $100 in Norway
So I was trying to do that, but there were so many refugees there that I didn’t even have a good chance of picking up garbage, and when I did, it was -20 degrees C outside.
One day I got a job picking up garbage at a concert hall which was really Ironic because the night before I had jumped over the fence to sneak into the same building for a Rammstein concert.
But it was an all time low for me. I had never had so little control of my life. All I wanted to do was go home and hang out on the beach in Australia with my friends. Instead I was walking through to snow with wet shoes so I could sit in a room with 30 African refugees for a couple of hours and pray for work.

I was too proud to call home and ask for money. So I figured that I would just try to pick up some older desperate chick. I had heard stories of Norwegian women going to turkey and Africa and bringing back “Import boys”.
I have to say… Picking up a 30 year old desperate Norwegian chick was the easiest thing I have ever done on my travels.
She wasn’t much to look at, but she had her own apartment and was willing to help me get on my feet.
So I was paying my rent by banging this ugly chick for about 4 months before I managed to have all my immigration paperwork sorted out and get work on construction sites carrying heavy shit.
But as soon as I started earning money, she wanted me to start paying for bills and shit. She thought that we were going to be together for a while and expected a real relationship with me where we would be planning our future.
I wasn’t interested in any of that. But I was still just doing dirty foreigner work and I certainly didn’t have enough money to pack up my shit and leave. So I had to sit with her and play the perfect husband for a few more months (whilst banging pub sluts on the side) until I eventually got a good job, the job I have now.

Now I am a service engineer for a company that sells diesel generator sets that are put on oil platforms in Norway. I am earning about $140,000 per year. I have an apartment that I live in with a couple of mates in Oslo and in my spare time I am taking Ryan Air flights all over Europe and living like a king.

Post: #25

I'm surprised theres not more stories. No getting a gym membership to shower and stay clean? Maybe some people are embarassed..