Building My Life Long Dream: Starting a Pizza Shop Out of Scrap Metal
I am a thiry-something dreamer. I am stuck in a dead-end job, working tirelessly. I make fair money, but my salary is capped out in my position and I have lost all hope of ever geting promoted. This new economy has warped the minds of my bosses. They believe that since there is now an over abundance of people putting applications in, that they can treat us veterans any old way. They pay us less, make us do more. The bar keeps getting raised until we start hitting on chin on it. Documentations for "poor performance" lead to chastisement, screaming and yelling, followed by being put on an "improvement plan", followed by termination, followed by being replaced by someone cheaper who will do twice the work for half the pay. This is the essence of how these companies are trying to stay "profitable".
I, for one, have had it. But I am stuck, as you see. Running restaurants is all I know, and I can't stand to start over again somewhere else, taking another 4 grand paycut. So what is the solution?
You see my wife and I had talked about starting up a sandwich shop a few years back. Even did a little research online for the pricing of equipment and leasing of property. We both realized that a pizza shop would be ideal for the little community in which we live. There is little to no competion out here. The one pizza place that delivers out this way only delivers so far and they have horrible pizza. There are many people who have to drive to the next town to get a decent pizza because of where this pizza place cuts their delivery radius off at.
The problem lies in the fact that I have no access to venture captial. My wife and I are on the verge of rebuilding our credit, but that will take a while. I don't make enough money where I am at to even begin putting money away for this venture, and it would take years if I did not start doing something. Start working toward it
.Out of my desperation, I overhead light-bulbed an idea. I started looking around for all of the scrap metal I could find. Cans and scrap steel, whatever was laying around in the yard. I found quite a bit and was very pleased with myself. In my mind's eye, every time I saw metal, I saw money.
I started to get very creative at work. My horrible job was the perfect place to feed this scrap metal pile I was amassing. With a touch of vengeance in my heart, I started cleaning out the steel cans we had for our chili beans, and I started having my crew collect all of the aluminum foil off of all of the baked potatoes. It filled my heart with joy, knowing that I was using this beast of a job, legally, to help me get a leg up on my dream. Then I started getting really creative. I was seeing metal everywhere now and it was all stuff that was just getting tossed in the garbage. The handle to the pickle bucket, the foil on the little milk jugs I would be drinking for lunch. It seems everyone wants in my my dream. I would walk in at 3pm and one of my sandwich makers handed me a small bag chock full of foil from the baked potatoes. I have my own small metal scrapping army. It is going to take some time, I know. But how cool would it be to fund my little pizza shop, solely on the scrap metal tossed by another sandwich making franchise.
I guess I am going to have to put this little story on the pizza menu. How one guy used scrap metal to fund his business. I guess that would make my business a "green" one, don't you think?