So over the last year or so, I've met a lot of you younger guys who are getting ready to graduate (or drop out of) college. Pretty much everone is kinda lost/confused about what to do with their life and always asks me the same questions. I met datrip down in PCA and he said it would be cool if I did a sort of question/answer thread since it's getting to be that time of year when everyone wonders what to do with their life and I've experienced both, the working world and the life of a pro.
Some background on me... (summary at the bottom if this is tl;dr)
I'm 24 and currently live in Boston. I graduated from Dartmouth in 2007 with a degree in psychology (lol). Although I had been playing since freshman year and made a lot of money beginning with my sophomore year, dropping out of school never ever even crossed my mind. I loved college so much and never wanted to cut my time with my friends and my hilarious days as a frat boy short.
I applied for a lot of consulting and finance jobs my senior year after party poker shut down. That was a big shock for me. Every consulting firm rejected me but I was able to score interviews with the likes of Goldman and a big hedge fund. I was able to use my experience as a poker player to get a job at the fund as a trader. It was all they really talked about in my interview, which was really cool. I thought working at a place like that would be a great experience and was excited to start.
Work was very cool at first. Everything was so fresh. There were new people, new challenges, new things to learn--everything was going well. As the months went by though, I could feel myself slipping. Things were starting to get monotonous. Things that were once interesting new problems to tackle became boring chores. My manager would try to dress up new assignments for me but I soon realized they were all the same. Even trading on the desk had become boring--trading the same bonds, making the same phone calls. I grew to hate waking up the same time every day and going home the same time every day. People would talk about going to vegas, things like that, and I would always be like "damn i totally could do that as a pro right now"
It wasn't long before I was considering quitting (probably about 3 months or so). I felt stupid to do so; I had one of the highest paying jobs of anybody coming out of College and worked very reasonable hours (50 a week or so). Pretty much anybody would have killed to have my job. Even so, it would sort of crush my soul to work all day for 500 dollars when I knew that I could make that in an hour playing cards.
Ultimately, it was not my job that pushed me over the edge. I loved the people I worked with (traders are hilariously awesome people) and I still do find markets fascinating and interesting to analyze 'til this day. I just wanted to do my own thing so badly. I remember one day i took the day off to play tournament at foxwoods. I was killing time playing 1/2NL and I was SO HAPPY that I wasn't at work. I was probably borderline delarious because I thought **Wow, I would unquestionably rather grind this 1/2 game for the rest of my life than work**. This was, of course a ridiculous thought and I clearly would never do that but I think it's a good example of how unhappy I was with my life at that point in time and I realized it was probably time to move on.
The day I quit was the hardest day of my life. I felt like failure--like I had let the guys who had so much faith in me and hiring me down. I'm not used to failing at stuff in life. I have this one track mind that wants me to crush everything I do and that's one of the reasons i'm a great poker player. I knew I'd miss the guys I worked with so much and that I'd never find such a hilarious group of sweet dudes to spend my hours with every day.
In the end, I decided life is too short to be unhappy. I think this is the only shot we get so we may as well go all out. I walked out of the office feeling like a 10,000 lb weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I drove home 100mph with the windows down in the middle of december blasting "Baba O'Reily" and singing at the top of my lungs. It was probably one of the most movie-like scenes of my life
I've been a pro now for over a year. Not one day has gone by where I have regretted my decision and I still smile everyday that I sleep in until 11. This post is getting a little longer than I wanted to so I'll cut it short now.
**CLIFF NOTES**
-went to college
-got job
-quit job
-played poker for year
I need to run some errands and will prob be back in a couple hours or so. Hopefully this thread becomes useful to some of you guys and doesnt slip to the back pages. I wont be offended if it does though