Self Employment for Bohemians

I was fifteen minutes from reporting to my firstcut!". I was breaking down the table over his
day of work as a minimum wage dishwasherprotests and briskly walking it back to the storage
early one evening in June, 1979. It was my firstbay that Sue had plucked it from the day before.
summer living out of my mom and dad's house.Table tucked away, I smiled at the Pres. and
Things had started well enough--my intention wasthanked him profusely. Then I turned on my heel
to sell wholesale T-Shirt printing services, pumpingand ran close to four minute mile pace back to
out the jobs myself on a freelance basis.my flat, a remorseless 22 year old flush with
The first week, I sold a gross of shirts to a localsuccess!
pub, making a gross of dollars. Considering thatNow I admit that I'd pulled a fast one on that
rent for my summer sublet was all of $60.00 perguy, but I am hardly the only college kid to ever
month, I felt flush! But I hit the wall after that.make a quick bundle of cash bootlegging a few
Despite hanging flyers all over Amherst andT's. The moral of the story, such as it is, goes like
environs (including the enormous University ofthis: If you've got the BoHo self employment
Massachusetts campus), the fact was that mystuff, you know it, because you have an
client base (dorms, student clubs, and the like) hadanecdote or two a lot like this. Normal, sensible,
departed for the summer and no one was buying.thoughtful people do not take risks like this, they
Having spent most of my last $20.00 on a bookdo not engage in such brazen behavior. They
that caught my eye (I'd convinced myself thatwant "security"! You and me, we'll take the risk
this was practical through some alchemicalany day... for those who prefer the living death of
equation), I was ready to throw in the towel, andthe secure government job and pension, they can
signed on for a dishwasher job on campus.have it!
UMass hosted an odd assortment of conventions,Is BoHo Self Employment for You?
seminars and crackpot camps in an attempt toAre you an insubordinate scalawag who hates
pay the bills over the slow summer season. I wasbeing a cog in a hierarchical organization? Do you
to be washing dishes in the campus diningenjoy simple accounting? Then BoHo self
commons for a group of several hundredemployment may be the designer lifestyle of
Transcendental Meditation practitioners from thechoice for you.
west coast who were convening a seminar onI was a paperboy from the age of thirteen until I
levitation. I did mention it was the Seventies,was fifteen. I wasn't particularly ambitious about
right?adding new customers, nor was I the best
I was filled with despair at the bleak prospect ofaccountant/enforcer I coulda been, but I was
washing dishes. I'd done my time as a dishwasherconscientious and punctual about getting slightly
at a fast food steak house in high school where Iover forty households their morning Springfield
was required to wear a polyester cowboy outfit. IUnion for two years.
had no desire to return to the low rent glory ofI really enjoyed the earnings--at first, it enabled
the dishwashing pit.my Marvel Comics habit, which transformed into
At fifteen minutes to the 7:00 pm diswashingan album buying binge when I got a bit old for
shift, a bolt of lightning struck. Of an instant, asuperhero comics. Finally, at the grand old age of
fully formed scam literally sprang out of absolutelyfifteen, the gig supported important early forays
nowhere and announced itself to me. Theinto the enticing worlds of beer and weed! I didn't
underlying message was clear: YOU ARE NOT TOgive it much thought at the time, but apparently
REPORT TO THE DISHWASHING JOB!having a paper route is a good indicator that you
I'd recalled that an acquaintance, Sue, whomay have the right stuff for entrepreneurship.
worked in the campus center building, hadThat may well be true, but the ultimate test is
mentioned to me that she had a list of groupsprobably more like this: Have you ever been hired
who were holding events in the concourse of thefor a job (probably one you desperately needed)
campus center that summer. Sue had actuallyonly to find yourself really depressed at the
produced a list of the events for me. She assuredprospect of looming indentured servitude? Yes?
me, if I was to set up and sell T-Shirts at theseNow there is a swell indicator that you have the
events, she would look the other way; not chargeright stuff for entrepreneurship!
me for the space. It seemed risky and a bitOkay, that's only part of it. Where lies you
scurrilous, and I'd forgotten about it until fourteenpassion? Do you obsess over something that can
minutes to dishwashing.translate into a product or service? Can you see
It was a Thursday evening, and that veryyourself building a business around this passion,
weekend, the New England Camera Club wasthis obsession? If you have an intense focus, if
hosting their annual convention in the campusyou naturally bend your will to doing something
center. I determined that I would grace the showabout it, bingo! You are ready to put yourself in
with their official (bootleg) t-shirt. The firstthe driver's seat in your life. Lemme warn you
problem to conquer was lack of capital. I knewthough, you are in for one hell of a bumpy ride.
where I could score some blank shirts for a dollarYou gotta want it BAD! You will know: You are
a pop, which I could print and mark up to theliterally compelled to work for yourself.
princely sum of four bucks, but since I was downSeriously, it is easier for most normal humans to
to $3.00 on hand, it didn't seem much of a plan. Ifjust get a job and have a hobby on the side.
I had a hundred bucks, I could buy a hundredStare yourself down hard, look in your heart and
shirts and turn it into four hundred over thedo a gut check.
course of the weekend, enough to finance aReady? OK, let's go! Disclaimer! I can only tell you
month of summer living!about my experience, what has worked for me.
Did I mention it was the Seventies? VeryTake what resonates with you and dump the
fortunate, as it turns out you could hitchhikerest. I am no business genius, but I am very
anywhere in New England back then within thecanny about producing an income for myself. I
course of a few hours, a day tops.have been able to do so in adverse
I elected my mom as financier and was on thecircumstances. In the midst of the devastating
road by five minutes to seven with my thumb up.recession of the early 80's, fresh out of college
As my folks lived about 70 miles away, I figuredwith an ART degree (not a lot of hiring going on
I'd get there just before the summer nightthere!), I created a job for myself out of thin air
settled in. I got a ride out of Amherst towards(more about that in a bit.) Right now, at the age
the western burbs of Boston just about the timeof 47, I'm running a business that grosses about
my dishwashing shift supervisor probably started$130,000 a year. It pays me about 35K, and my
wondering where the hell I was.two part time workers last year made a total of
Okay, so mom definitely raised an eyebrow atabout 21K between them. Mind you, I'm working
the plan, but recognized my desperation andan average of about 30 hours a week... part of
fronted the bucks. By early Friday afternoon, Imy pay I take in TIME. Say what? That's right, I
was back in Amherst at my drawing boardpay myself in time to do what I want. That's the
putting together a cute little cartoon logo featuringBOHO part. According to my handy American
a guy who had a camera for a head. Somehow IHeritage Dictionary, Bohemian is defined thusly: "A
managed to rustle up the blank shirts and getwriter or artist who disregards conventional
them all printed by eleven that evening.standards of behavior".
The next day, I set up bright and early on theI'm an artist as well as a businessman, so I've
campus concourse with a table that Suealways been willing to trade potential earnings for
scrounged up for me (she was slightly horrifiedtime to do what ever the heck I want. In my
that I'd actually taken her up on her offer!). Bycase, I write and draw "literary" graphic novels.
noon I'd made Mom's stake back, and was up toYes, I make some money from the comics too,
$250.00 by the end of the first day. By just pastbut not enough to keep the wolf away from the
noon on Sunday, I hit about $430.00 (havingdoor.
managed to get the shirts for .89, I had a fewI've managed to keep myself employed during
over 100 pieces).three serious economic downturns since I got out
At that point, an obnoxious fifteen year old (whoof college. I've been able to buy a house (I went
had been flirting with me earlier) returned. With anin on it with my wife and sister in law, a very
attitude of scorn and derision, she asked if theseeconomic way to buy real estate). By virtue of
were the official New England Camera Clubre-investing a lot of my earnings back into my
T-Shirts? I said that indeed they were! A pale andbusiness, I pay pretty darn low taxes.
disheveled fifty year old sad sack with caved inI'm no Donald Trump (thank god!), but I'm
shoulders stepped forward and introduced himselfreasonably content with the job I've created for
as the president of said club. I handed him themyself.
four remaining shirts, and barked "Here's your