The job involved cleaning machinery, lugging around tools, and whatever else the crew would shout at me.
Temperatures would dip down as low as -45 you'd work for weeks at a time.
How did I end up here?Well, the original goal was "to get rich". But my plan was failing miserably.
I had a degree from an Irish University that was worth nothing. And it had taken me over two years of working random jobs just to scrape together enough money to fly somewhere else to look for work.
And here I was - in my mid-20s, with only a few dollars to my name, trying not to get fired from my new Canadian oil job. 1,000 miles from anywhere, working in the middle of the woods, wondering what the hell I was doing with my life.



Right before the recession came and erased all my hard work in the blink of an eye: they fired me.
At that point, I realized the education system had failed me. And I wanted out for good.
I wanted to do my own thing. To stop selling my time for money – work less, earn more, and have more free time than I knew what to do with it.
But, of course, I had NO idea how to get there.