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Following his passion after high school, Jake Mulholland found his journalism degree to be worth less than the paper it was printed on. Coming to terms with the fact that he’d never be Hunter S. Thompson, the 26-year-old threw himself into hospitality when he still thought he had time to find himself. He was wrong.
Coming to terms with the fact that he’d never be Hunter S. Thompson, the 26-year-old threw himself into hospitality when he still thought he had time to find himself. He was wrong.
Finally, his father stepped in and tried to set him up selling insurance with a friend of his. Failing that, his next recommendation was to join the defence force.
“If he managed to fuck up everything I got him into, I figured he might have it in him to grease a few foreign investors, or whoever we end up going to war with next,” said father Martin.
“He probably doesn’t – but then I remembered that I’ve got a few mates in real estate who might have him on. It was the last roll of the dice really. Nobody dreams of becoming a real estate agent.”
But boy was Martin wrong.
Jake knew he’d found his calling as soon as he walked through the doors of his local LJ Hooker. His manager asked him during the job interview where he’d like to be in five years time – Jake said he’d be in his seat.
“Here I was thinking I’d have to be a submariner. Now I’m selling houses. Nailed it.”
More to come.