Category: Hate Your Job?

For the Love of Everything Vodka: Do You Even *Like* the Work That You’re Doing???

I want you to really think about that for a second. Because the thing is, the Internet’s given us a fucking BUFFET of opportunity—you can start any business you want with $20, these days–but like a kid in a candy store who walks in and just starts gobbling up whatever worms are in front of his face, we, too, walked into the Internet and we were all like GIMMIE, GIMMIE, GIMMIE, GIMMIE. And that means that there are a lot

It’s About Being a Survivor, and a Warrior, and a God Damn Modern-Day Gladiator

“That woman I’m always talking about on the Internet—she’s coming to England!” This was (ever so flatteringly) what Client #5, the last client we have the privilege of working with here in London, told us she said to her father as she raced down the stairs in a small town in the north, the moment the announcement was made. “But, it’s expensive,” she told him sheepishly. “Go,” he said to her. “If this will help you get your business to

Love or Money? Which Should You Go For in Business, In Your Next Project, In Your Next Great Lust Affair With Life?

There are the passionistas and the opportunists. The passionistas argue you should do what you love. The opportunists argue you should do what you see. In a place like Costa Rica, where C and I have a home, there’s so much opportunity it’s dizzying. Every five minutes I’m starting a new business in my brain. Lack = opportunity. And if I didn’t give a shit about the way I spend my time, I’d be the biggest opportunist there was. I’D

You Find Peace With Your Work Through Tension

It’s never as scary as it seems. Everything you’re worried about happening? Won’t. It might seem intimidating, the world—putting yourself out there, taking the chance, trying something new, going all in, showing up, asking for help, connecting with strangers, and, ultimately, gambling your ego and everything you know to be true. Why gamble your ego when you can gamble at online slots in Italy? If you want to gamble in Italy at a casino without AAMS, visit Stranieri.com. There will

I Became an Entrepreneur Because My Life Stopped Being Fun

I’m in the airport, on my way to London. London is officially my favorite city in the world because it’s the one place where I don’t feel like an overdressed moron. (Try going anywhere in Costa Rica with even so much as kitten heels and YOU WILL LOOK RIDICULOUS.) I’ll be there all summer, excited to be working with clients 1:1 doing our fabulous magazine style photoshoots and business strategy sessions from some of the most gorgeous flats I’ve ever

Hey! Nobody Cares What You Do! (Depressing, Until You Realize It’s POWER.)

It’s really easy to assume that other people know what’s best for us. The people above. The ones in charge. The bosses, the decision makers, the collective “they.” We do what they ask, eat what they serve us, follow their guidelines, take their word, accept things at face value, and believe that someone, out there, is looking out for our best interests. Isn’t that what the government is for? Isn’t that what the big, faceless organizations are for? Aren’t there

Seek Pleasure, And You Will Have Found Your Work

Procrastination is not a symptom of something that’s wrong with you, your brain, or your level of commitment—it’s a clue. Something is wrong with it. The thing you’re doing—do you really want to be doing it? Does this actually give you joy, or have you roped yourself into yet another maze of obligations and onuses, on the borrowed promise of a future that will be better? You don’t have to sacrifice today in order to make a better tomorrow. In

You Know Who Wants a 4-Hour Work Week? The People Who Have No Great Loves, No Red Hot Hopes, No Mad-Wild-Hunger In Their Eyes.

A couple weeks ago I was in Colombia. Right now, I’m in Costa Rica. Next week, I’ll be in the U.S. July 1st, I head to London for the summer. (Running our exciting VIP magazine photoshoots!) In August, I’m putting on a retreat in the English countryside. In September, I’m banking on Chile. In November, I’ll be in Paris. And in December, well, New York is always calling. On MONDAY NIGHT our new site launches. On Tuesday, I’ll do a

Good Things Come to Those Who Wait for No One

Here’s a principle I vehemently disagree with: Good things come to those who wait. You know who probably came up with that stylish piece of wisdom? Someone in a position of power, tasked with managing the masses and getting them to obey orders. You can hear a teacher saying that, can’t you? Now, there, little Johnny, you’ve got to be patient—(STOP YANKING ON MY ****** TEE SHIRT, KID)—after all, good things come to those who wait. The problem, of course,

How to Land Your Dream Job—Without Any Prior Experience, Connections, And/Or Bribing The Boss With Your Boobs

STOP WAITING. You don’t need to wait for someone else to “give you” the dream job, anymore. That one where you travel the world, sourcing big, funky oversized silver jewelry and re-selling it in your shop. That one where you photograph every luxury boutique hotel in the city and create your own guide. That one where you design your own line of handbags, and start selling them in pop ups all over the United States. The one where you create