BACK WHEN I was 25, a few years into my first full-time job, I was burned out and in desperate need of more income. My salary of $45,000 as a payroll supervisor in southern California was barely making ends meet.
This was around 2012, the “Gangnam Style” era of YouTube, years before the flood of hustle-culture influencers made their way to been around, I’m sure I would have been bombarded with videos telling me I could make a better life for myself by delivering food, turning my car into a taxi, assembling furniture for other people, or… YouTubing.
