Once upon a time, I was a hotshot recent college grad with a penthouse office on L.A.’s famed Sunset Strip. The summer before I graduated, I started working for a dot-com flush with cash – not quite Super Bowl ad-obnoxious levels, but loaded enough to plaster ads in New York City subways and fly a custom blimp over Hollywood.
In the fall, I continued working full-time while completing my degree requirements at night. I still remember how cocky I felt when I took my last final exam: “I’m already working. Why am I here?” I couldn’t finish fast enough so that I could officially turn the page on my years of being a student.