I always thought if I worked hard, I'd be employable. Back when I was twenty, it never occurred to me that by age 47 the world would consider me washed up. But it did. The work-a-holic hours and the "valuable" experience didn't ensure me a place in the workforce. Unemployed for six months, I finally decided to just give myself the lofty title "Internet Mogul." At this point, that's a complete fantasy; I'm not even remotely qualified to call myself that, but it sure sounds nice. Much better than "workplace-reject-beggar." Besides, I have faith in myself even if no one else seems to.
So I cleaned the softball-sized dust bunny from my computer and typed "how to make money on the Internet" into Google. Holy Crap. A mountain of information was now at my fingertips. Too bad most of it wasn't worth the electricity it sucked up.
But a Mogul (with a capital M!) doesn't give up. So I plodded through, sorting the scams from the hype from the just plain crazy. Somehow or another, I have to make this work. The dog's hungry...and so am I.