When I escaped the Dilbert cube a month and a day after September 11, 2001, everything in the world hand ground to a HALT. Nothin’ was going on. Everyone was in a state of suspended animation. I remember going to a trade show a few days after the towers went down and all the attendees were milling around in a daze.
But there’s always a few people who aren’t sleepwalking, and they have to keep the trains running on time. So I got a consulting gig and soon after landed a couple more.
Consulting Client #5 was a catalog company in the industrial space and once we got familiar with each other, we came up with a “quarterly bonus based on growth” in addition to my monthly retainer.
Basically what it said was, every percentage point the company achieves that’s better than 15% per year, the consultant gets more dinero.
We hunkered down and a year later, those quarterly bonus checks hit a $15,000 stride.
Suddenly Laura and I were making more money than we’d ever made before.
And everybody liked each other. (An extra $15000 check every three months has a funny way of making your spouse happy.)
Had I been really smart, I’d have gunned for a tiny piece of equity in the company too. It’s been sold a couple of times since then, and I would’ve made out like a bandit.
Perry Marshall
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