How I Got Free Stuff To Sell Online and Quit My Job

This title is narrated with virtual voice. Computer-generated narration for audiobooks. How I Got Free Stuff to Sell Online and Quit My Job by Paula C. Henderson Who the heck is Paula C. Henderson? I wanted to share a little background about myself. Not everything, of course, but my business background, my work experience. I've had some pretty interesting jobs along the way leading up to my online business. My first job ever was babysitting like so many tween-age girls. But my first real job, for an employer where I paid taxes, was walking beans into tasseling corn. If you grew up in rural Illinois in the 70s, you know what I am talking about. I was in junior high, and in the summer we would all meet downtown on Main Street in front of the grain elevators to catch a bus that would take us out to the fields. Yes, those huge sprawling fields you see when you are driving down the highway. Soybean fields get weeds like any backyard garden, and we would essentially weed the fields. They gave us a hook, and we each had two or three rows on either side of us. We spread out and started on one end until we ended up at the other end of the field. De-tasseling corn was different. They had a tractor or combine with a metal pole out each side, with say four to six seats on either side. We sat on the seat, and as the tractor slowly went down the row, we pulled the tassel off the corn as we went by each stalk. Not fun work. It was definitely work. Very hot. Very humid. When I started ninth grade, I started working at my father's car dealership. He owned a Ford dealership. My mom worked in the office. They moved me around where they could use me after school and on Saturday mornings. I filed dirty oil-smelling parts invoices. Learned how to use an adding machine, a typewriter, count money back to the customer, and that sort of thing. I also spent many the afternoons standing behind my father's chair in his office and listened to him talk to Ford customers and the auctions on the phone. Making deals, negotiating, leading his salesmen, conducting meetings. Dad also did television commercials for the business. It was fun seeing my dad, otherwise a very stressed, grumpy, moody man, do these silly commercials. One time he popped out of a peanut for a sale he had coming up. The slogan was something like, Jerry's gone nuts. Another time they made it look like he was sitting on this gigantic bunch of bananas with the slogan that he'd gone bananas slashing prices. My first real job after graduating high school was in a funeral home. I answered a classified ad to sell caskets and funeral packages door-to-door. I was provided with one of those large binders with full-size color photos of caskets. Thank goodness that didn't last long. Just a month or so in...