Over the past three years I’ve had a few acquaintances snidely mock me and my life because I have an agent that represents me. They gloat of how foolish I am to pay this agent to represent me when negotiating a business deal when I could be easily negotiating for myself and pocketing that percentage.
Each night, as I lay down my head from another weary day, I gently cry myself to sleep whilst I lay on a big pile of cash.**
** I don’t actually sleep on a big pile of cash. Money smells of old gym socks and can be uncomfortable. I leave all that cash in an interest bearing account, working hard for me while I sleep in until 11AM every week day, long after those self-same acquaintances have gone off to their boring 9-to-5 jobs in cubicle hell.