Stu’s Take on The Suck
It’s like 10am, and my eyes are burning.
I’m staring at my laptop’s screen in a room with no windows. And my eyes are burning. It’s not because of the screen, it’s not because of the subject matter.
I’ve got pink eye again because taking the subway at rush hour is a dirty thing, and this entire building doesn’t have any soap in the bathrooms. None. Or toilet paper for that matter. And I’m spending 9-6 in the office, plus networking afterhours, for a shady interior design company. And only 12k RMB per month. That’s about $20k USD per year.
My apartment… the landlord won’t bother fixing anything so my toilet flushes with a fishing line and a plastic ring. There are mysterious white spots all over the floor, later followed to the source – my roommate’s disgusting mouth. She spits inside the apartment.
And then on top of that, I get fired and dumped in the same summer month.
This is 2011, and this is the bottom of The Suck for me.
Marines like to call the Corps itself “The Suck” in the spirit of comradery. All of life is kind of like that. It’s a struggle. Just like the Marines, we should stick it out, help each other out, and better our lives.
That’s why my brother Patrick and I created Escape the Suck. We haven’t escaped it, not by any measure, but we are still struggling, and know we can do it. We have to escape it ourselves, and as we do, we want to share our trials and tribulations, our wins and triumphs. Most of all, we want to share how we progress upon our quest.
Let’s all reclaim our time, make more money, and find more peace of mind, together.
Pat’s Take on The Suck
It was a warm summer Saturday night…
My wife just went into labor and we rushed into the hospital to welcome our new child. Several hours later we welcome our magnificent baby boy to the world. We are full of joy and nothing else for making him and now having our lives changed to take care of him.
He looks up at me and wraps his hand around my pointer finger, and knows he is safe with me. I am his protector, his champion, his never-wavering rock.
For the next couple of days, I stayed home with my wife to help her take care of our new son. We welcomed him on a Saturday morning, and I stayed to help through Tuesday. Why did I only stay two days to help out with my new boy? My boss wouldn’t allow me anymore time off because his business was more important than my rights and my brand new baby.
I was forced into a circumstance, where, as my baby boy’s rock, I had a decision to make… stay at home to care for him, for the legally allotted time, and lose my job, or leave prematurely to ensure my family was financially supported.
This is my suck.
The suck to me, is anything that doesn’t inch you closer to your goals in life. My top goals are to get more time with my family, and make money more efficiently to give me that time. When I can’t stay home with my brand new baby boy for two weeks to help out, that is unacceptable, and is definitely The Suck.
From this point forward I knew what I had to do to get what I wanted. This is what spurs me to write about my suck right here. I am going through it every day. I am trying to come up with strategies to make money to make time for me. We all go through it. I am going through it. Stuart is going through it. What we are going to do though, is walk you through our strategies and experiments that might provide us the escape we are looking for.
Keep in touch, and stay tuned, we are going to map out what works, and what doesn’t. When we do, execute and escape your suck!
Stay classy, friends.