Okay so, this was about 2009 or
something. I was desperately trying to find a way to make more money for
my family. I kept thinking my skills that were the strongest outside of
my day job weren't going to land me a profit anytime soon. I also
couldn't rely on extra income from recording people in the studio because it
was too inconsistent. That's when I found Lil' Mynx.
I decided to invest in a stripper pole to take around to ladies' houses and have pole parties. I felt like this was the perfect way for me to make quick money by holding events for ladies who wanted a slumber party-esque experience with their friends. Plus it sounded like fun.
I actually threw a pole party for my 25th birthday so I was like...HEY! I can pocket off of all the birthday girls who want to act up with their friends! I went online and found Lil' Mynx poles (which definitely have more affordable poles) and ordered mine.
Now there are two types of poles that I'm aware of. The first pole has a unit that suctions into the ceiling and is easily removable and can be transported to different locations to be used. The other type of pole has to be mounted into the ceiling - meaning you have to drill a hole into the ceiling to connect the device that the pole attaches to.
Now me being the intelligent African-American that I am, I didn't make sure I knew which pole I had when I made my purchase. I ended up buying the one that I had to bolt into the ceiling...in my apartment...that I rent. This also meant that the pole could only be used at my house unless I felt like drilling a hole into everyone else's wall before we got started.
So yeah I know...I should have just sent it back to make an exchange right? Um...well...that would have worked out for me if I hadn't waited 2 months after it was delivered to me to finally open it. I was trying to finish out a semester at school so I said I would focus on that before I opened the pole to get started on my new business venture. The warranty was only for 30 days. (Womp-Womp-Womp)
Okay, so I took it out and used it anyway. The best use that I got out of the pole after I finally destroyed enough of my ceiling to put it up was for my sister's 21st birthday party. There's just something about drunk chicks falling off a pole that just makes any night worth having.
Over time the pole began to loosen and stopped being sturdy. I know there's a weight limit for it but I won't even go there...I'll just say the wear and tear added up fast. The worst part was that it was a constant reminder that I had made a failed investment. Minor as it was, it was still almost $400. I'm not a baller so for all of you that wipe your bootys with that...how about you kiss mine. (Just kidding.)
I ended up selling the pole a few months later to some pregnant chick. (I'm so sincere...she had to be about 8 months preggo) ::shrug face::
I decided to invest in a stripper pole to take around to ladies' houses and have pole parties. I felt like this was the perfect way for me to make quick money by holding events for ladies who wanted a slumber party-esque experience with their friends. Plus it sounded like fun.
I actually threw a pole party for my 25th birthday so I was like...HEY! I can pocket off of all the birthday girls who want to act up with their friends! I went online and found Lil' Mynx poles (which definitely have more affordable poles) and ordered mine.
Now there are two types of poles that I'm aware of. The first pole has a unit that suctions into the ceiling and is easily removable and can be transported to different locations to be used. The other type of pole has to be mounted into the ceiling - meaning you have to drill a hole into the ceiling to connect the device that the pole attaches to.
Now me being the intelligent African-American that I am, I didn't make sure I knew which pole I had when I made my purchase. I ended up buying the one that I had to bolt into the ceiling...in my apartment...that I rent. This also meant that the pole could only be used at my house unless I felt like drilling a hole into everyone else's wall before we got started.
So yeah I know...I should have just sent it back to make an exchange right? Um...well...that would have worked out for me if I hadn't waited 2 months after it was delivered to me to finally open it. I was trying to finish out a semester at school so I said I would focus on that before I opened the pole to get started on my new business venture. The warranty was only for 30 days. (Womp-Womp-Womp)
Okay, so I took it out and used it anyway. The best use that I got out of the pole after I finally destroyed enough of my ceiling to put it up was for my sister's 21st birthday party. There's just something about drunk chicks falling off a pole that just makes any night worth having.
Over time the pole began to loosen and stopped being sturdy. I know there's a weight limit for it but I won't even go there...I'll just say the wear and tear added up fast. The worst part was that it was a constant reminder that I had made a failed investment. Minor as it was, it was still almost $400. I'm not a baller so for all of you that wipe your bootys with that...how about you kiss mine. (Just kidding.)
I ended up selling the pole a few months later to some pregnant chick. (I'm so sincere...she had to be about 8 months preggo) ::shrug face::
My point is: Some
investments are made to help you thrive. Some investments are
empty. I honestly think it was meant for me to mess that up so I would
understand that sometimes things fail because they weren't meant to be.
Sometimes when we find ourselves struggling to make something work, it really
means that our direction may need to take a shift. Not to say that you
don't have to work hard... YOU DO, but if you believe in GOD, he allows things
to happen (good and bad) that help us understand the direction we need to
take.
I definitely know he
was trying to tell me I have talents that far exceed me trying to use a gimmick
to make a living. No disrespect to anyone making money off of that but we
all have to know our individual purpose. When we are in tune with
that...we will succeed.
