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Jim Wellington

I read your website with great interest, especially the two articles that I wish I had read when I was much younger – this one on NOT going to college, and the one about living without a job. How much I would have changed if I could go back. How much I would have done differently. How much I missed out on by insisting on trusting the corporate and educational systems! But I can at least say a few words of warning as well as some words of hope for the future for those caught like I was. I am not saying they are worthless! But I am saying no one should just assume they will be protected, and even give up their independence for them.

Six years ago I would have laughed at your site and those articles. Six years ago I would have been sitting in my office working as a financial analyst, thinking I was secure in my high-paying, prestigious, white-collar job. I was so proud of my MBA and my material success and all it had brought me. Flashback six years: I would have been sitting in my corner office at my computer deciding what to do with the millions of dollars I was in charge of. I would have looked the part, too, down to the very last tailor-made detail: pinstriped Armani business suit tailored for me, starched white shirt with the monogrammed cufflinks, Cartier watch on my wrist, Coach briefcase at my side, French silk necktie perfectly tied, hundred dollar yuppie haircut with a razor sharp part, and on my dapperly attired feet a pair of $600 Italian wingtips, shined up like black mirrors, and designer socks. Does that sound obnoxious? Well, yes – it was. If it sounds like I was smug and arrogant – well, that about says it.

As you mention in your articles, I assumed I was completely secure in the job that an MBA had brought me. I had made all the “right” choices. I had trusted my career. I was certain nothing bad could happen to me in the professional world. I was the slave of my job, as you say – but I didn’t know it.

Everything had to be perfect. Every hair was in place. I was always clean shaven. The shoes were always shined. My Porsche was top of the line. Our condo was in the best suburb. My wife and I lived a lifestyle far beyond our means. Then one day the pink slip arrived.

How many thousands have experienced that? Yet for each it is a different story. At 52 I was out of a job. I was thrown out of the corporate world along with the trash. The corner office, the responsibilities, the paycheck, the prestige and the title: it all disappeared in one hour. I assumed, like so many, that another job would fall into place. But at my executive level and at my age, it didn’t happen quickly; finally, it didn’t happen at all. Then the house of cards that was my life started to shake and then to fall apart.

My wife decided it was time to start on her own; she left me and wanted the house. It was a rough divorce. We were both at fault.

The debts continued to pile up and the savings rapidly dwindled.

So many of the “friends” I thought I had disappeared.

Meanwhile, there was no work. I had never lived without a paycheck, since graduating school. I felt helpless and exposed.

I started to sell off some of my belongings. I traded that beautiful Porsche for a pickup.

Then reality finally hit. One day, after being turned down for yet another finance job, I had a call that our home had been foreclosed.

I looked down at myself as I stepped outside of the office building: perfect suit, tie, shoes, watch, briefcase. But there was something wrong with the picture. I had lost my job, my wife, my savings and now my home. I was all image and no substance.

Right there, in front of the office building, I stepped over the line into a new life. Suddenly, a light went on. It was as if I had been held back all my life. Now, for the first time, as I was still in free-fall, I didn’t care anymore what people thought. I was no longer the successful white collar executive I had been, and I had to face a very painful, almost unbelievable reality.

I did something I would never have thought it was possible for me to do: I untied and took off those too-fancy, too-tight, too-shiny, too-expensive Italian wingtip shoes and those overpriced silk dress socks and dropped them in a garbage can. I was unemployed, broke and homeless; it was time for me, Mister Former High and Mighty, to walk aound in my bare feet, like many people all over the world.

My mirror-shined hand-made shoes belonged to a world of privilege and power that was gone. I wandered around the local park, barefoot in my two thousand dollar suit and hundred-dollar tie. I became introduced to the world of the homeless that night. If anyone thinks it can’t happen to them: they are wrong. If it can happen to me, a corporate hotshot executive who thought he was immune and protected by job and education, it can happen to anyone.

That night I decided that I would not be destroyed. I would not descend into alcoholism. I was miserable, ashamed, humiliated, lost, but I was alive. I would learn the necessary skills to survive.

For the next weeks I lived in my truck. I begged for money on the street. I am not ashamed to say it now, but I was then. I found used old clothes at a homeless shelter. My real education had begun. For the next six months I took odd jobs, no matter how menial. I worked for a while as a janitor and then I painted houses. Slowly I earned enough to rent a very small one-room apartment in what might be called a slum. My old image fell away completely. I stopped shaving and covered my always clean shaven face with a beard. I let the carefully combed haircut grow long and straggly. There was no reason to look like an executive when I was living the life of an aging hippie!

I started to get creative with bartering. The remnants of my corporate white collar life now became a bridge to survival: an Armani pinstriped business suit swapped for two crates of canned food; my tennis racket exchanged for a lamp; my golf clubs “bought” a sofa; six silk neckties were swapped for a month’s supply of dairy products; the English leather wingtips I had bought to celebrate my promotion were traded in for a used mattress.

My watch and cufflinks were traded for a bed, and for the next few months, the rest of my business suits, ties, shirts and even black dress socks were exchanged for groceries. I remember the look of shock when I showed up with my tuxedo to swap for a rug! I was determined to survive, and I did!

I then found a small plot of land and started to grow vegetables. Did I ever think I would do this? Never. Not in a million years. I was learning basic survival skills. I also realized something else – I did not miss the corporate world. Not at all!

Of course, at that point it was doubtful that any bank would hire the bearded, barefoot, long-haired, overall clad “hobo” I had become! But I found that the destruction of the image brought a calm after the storm, and I wanted another type of work to fill my days. So I went against all the white-collar training and plans of my life and simply remained as a blue collar odd-job man! Recently I took a training course as a mechanic, and I now change oil for a living, part time. It’s far journey from the dapper gentleman who used to manage millions, but I found that I am at peace inside.

Now I have time to read and to paint, to garden and to make friends. I never had that before. People react to me with friendliness instead of guarded respect. Most find it hard to believe I was once a corporate financier. At times that world seems like a dream.

Well, thanks for reading this and keep up the good work on the blog! There is life outside the corporate world.


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