Years ago I was I was shamefully escorted off of the premises at General Motors and went on an epic Euro trip adventure that took me to Ibiza. (The details are in my book.)
Years later my friend still works in Ibiza and runs a successful party boat company called Oceanbeat Ibiza.
Today he posts pictures of wild parties, all night ragers, and the beautiful Ibiza coastline.
On the other hand, my friend to whom I wrote the book is still emailing me about job openings that will land him in the arms of another ungrateful cubicle.
Stuck in the entrepreneurial torture chamber of a holding pattern, I have to ask the rhetorical question, who has it better, the office man or the beach bum (who probably makes more than the office man)?