In the occupation columns of all the questionnaires i have done in my life, i always wrote “employee”. But i have never written things like: “real estate”, “self-employed” and of course, never wrote “CEO”.
It was just embarrassing to call myself a CEO in a corporation that had only one person (me).
I didn’t have any confidence in this job, which i took over from my parents.
Less than a year after graduating from an art college, I decided to quit my design office. The main story is all about that lazy person who just dropped out from everything, me, who created a estate agency out of nowhere.
Even if you say “estate agency” it makes no sense, because it hasn’t even a single employee. I would rather say it’s just a typical “daddy&mom” store, because is just my parents and me.
Even at that huge size, our bubble-built realtor seemed to be pretty glamorous i would say.
After my father and my ex-military grandfather got out from a “Crysis resuscitation”, our estate agency started to grow up super fast!
Because we were extremely poor, every single goal we achieved, we use to celebrate like crazy!
You can easily understand what i’m saying by just looking at the pictures from that time.
Only the old pics could transmit the good moments.
At that time, every single day i was ridiculed by my classmates by calling me as a “land shark”, and even as a “rich boy”. Well, at that time, I didn’t even know the meaning of a “Land shark” so I didn’t even notice I was being ridiculed by them.
My only talent at that time was “insensitivity”, so when i came with that in my mind these days, i just realised that i had been saved by my “insensitivity”.
My father’s job in the real estate business was not well understood by me, and also i didn’t have any interest at that time.
I thought something like “Is this a illegal industry?” right after I saw someone who use to come to the company all the time. I was not interested at all. I would rather say, it was a world unrelated to me.
It didn’t seem like a job for a coward person like me.
I wasn’t really prepared to be honest.
My father told me at that time that rather doing a part time job, i could just come back home and help him with his business.
But like, wouldn’t he be worried about handing over a real estate company that has been in his hands for more than 30 years for a stupid person like me?
I was just rubbing my forehead against my desk while looking at my license number on the wall and thinking…
“I think I’m done …”
The procedure for renewing a house building license once every five years felt quite troublesome so I could just think “Is there any point in renewing my license?”
Export reselling, which started as a side job, has completely reached its peak, because a business that can be done 100% at home and start without anyone else, it’s just obvious that will not scale.
It took me two years to realize that “no-risk” was a loss just because the keyword flickered inside of my head.
“Let’s just forget about everything and get a job somewhere …”
Just looking up at the ceiling of the house office, where my family was sleeping, hours and hours passed.
No more tears are coming out anymore.
“I want to escape from this place now.”
“I just want to escape.”
“Is there no other way but to escape?”
“Even if i run away it will be considered as courage.”
That’s what I thought, every single day.
From morning to evening.