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Once again, it's time for the FNGT!

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NOTE: Next weekend is going to be the Halloween version of the FNGT, so come up with something scary for all the kids.

**Once again, it's time for the FNGT!** If you don't know how this works, [click this link](https://fngt.gq/index.php?page=intro). That link will take you to another site to give you some additional information and tell you about some of our off-site features. That's also the site where we will host the weekly guitar threads, should Poal go down. **NOTE:** That site is by invitation only. If you want an invite, and you're a regular participant, then just ask theBuddha, or myself. If you do know what's going on, you are most likely either new here or completely retarded, you probably don't need to click that link - but you may want to, to make sure you know of the other features, such as the archive or a separate forum that's invite only. Remember, we are guests here on Poal. Let's act like it. If you're interested in supporting Poal, then [you can donate](https://poal.co/donate). **NOTE:** Next weekend is going to be the Halloween version of the FNGT, so come up with something scary for all the kids.

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[–] • 2 pts

You are really lucky, more like blessed.

I know you're thankful. Pretty neat stuff..

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Oh, man... I am eternally grateful and I like to do my best to be humble about it. I truly was in the right place at the right time.

Even better, the economy was fucked and the stock market was in the dumps when I invested all that money. The market has been very, very good to me. It's not some particular skill, I just got lucky.

I did work hard. I often worked 80 hour weeks, even with a couple hundred employees. I figured it was my company, so I should work the most. I even paid people more than I was paying myself (but, I mean, I did have control of the bank accounts after all).

But, at the end of the day, the dude lugging concrete forms until he's 65 worked a hell of a lot harder than I did.

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>I even paid people more than I was paying myself

That's so often the case.

But if it works, it works, after all you've got a business, and many would like to be in your shoes.

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I figured I paid people because they were doing things that I couldn't. So, I paid them appropriately - 'cause I sure as hell didn't want to have to go through the hiring process more often.

I used to cheat. I'd sponsor some research at a university and then I'd hire the best of the researchers to come work for me. It was a lot of complicated math and programming - and I hate programming. I'm happier doing my math on a calculator. I used computers 'cause they were faster.

I went to a pretty fancy school, so I have all the right papers. I hold a Ph.D. in Applied Mathematics from MIT. I did it in two four year stints, using the Marine Corp to help fund my education. However, the GI Bill sucked back then and only paid so much. I still had to work while in school.

I did get a stipend in grad school. That helped a little. But, I know what it means to work. I was NOT born with a silver spoon in my mouth. Quite the opposite, really. My dad was a career Marine (back then) and my mother didn't work. We were far from 'well off'.