How many people are established entrepreneurs by the time they’re a High School junior? Not many, right? Well, there’s a reason for that. It’s called friendship.
You see, when I was 16, I started a catering service. The idea was simple. When everyone was done with lunch, I took care of their trays and trash.
Okay, maybe catering service was a little embellishing. I was more of a lunch beggar. But, whatever.
At first, I was charging a quarter per person because that made sense. I could go out and buy something from the vending machine with the quarters.
In my naivety, I thought that I could rely on my friends for business. I mean, who better to help than the people you care about most?
Unfortunately, my friends are cheapskates.
They would combine their trash behind my back, lie about repayment or downright refuse it.
They thought it was funny.
Even when there was reimbursement, I got pittances. My payments slowly decreased from quarters to dimes to the lint in their pockets.
In a last ditch effort, I tried expanding my business. I got paid 9 cents to retrieve the classroom dictionary. It didn’t make a difference, though.
My friends threw me into ruin, and I was forced to live behind the school dumpster!
Alright, that’s a total lie. But still, they owe me!
It wasn’t a total loss, though. By the end of the year, I had earned $3.91.
I know because I kept a log in my planner. The highest grossing week was in September of 2005. I earned 44 cents.
I guess, if nothing else, I learned the restaurant industry wasn’t for me.