My first failure didn’t even slow me down. I kept grinding, and working at my angle. I knew that being more professional was a big part of my game that I was missing. In my early days I said a big F-U to professionalism, but now I regret it. I decided be serious about getting more professional. I knew in Queens, NYC, and the Bronx that professionalism was taken for granted. I decided to travel up to CT to work my magic because up there they look up to the aggressive New York style of doing business.
I knew that I needed to get as professional as I could get. I started thinking to myself… What are the most professional businesses?
I knew one thing was for sure… I wasn’t going anywhere near a police station.
I decided to be as professional as I could, and emulate the most professional Dentists in CT. Turns out there are 1000s of dental offices throughout Connecticut. I figured that I’d narrow down my search by looking at specialists. I found one guy named Dr. Tagliarini who did TMJ Treatment in CT, but I doubted that he’d talk to me. By his listing picture he looked way too professional for me to even try to approach. Carmine isn’t exactly the friendliest looking guy.
I decided just to do my research. Turns out the guy was part of like 20 different organizations! That’s all I needed to get started. I knew now that if I wanted to be a true professional that I needed to stop sticking it, and start being part of the professional community.
I had my very first failure. I’m not talking about losing a fight, or not being able to sneak out of school. I’m talking about failure in business. My mind was on bigger business. I said screw professionalism. I want to have the fuck you attitude that everyone always brags about in movies. I loved the Gambler. I couldn’t hang with this last business venture I got myself into. I failed, and it hurt.
Failure, hurt, and pain aren’t anything to Carmine. At first it was hard, but then I realized a great quote I once read in a book or something “success is a bad teacher, but failure is a great teacher.” I spent the whole day thinking things over in my mind as to figure out what exactly went on. I wanted to know why I failed. My boys kept calling me, and telling me to shrug it off. I said no, and proceeded to spend the next two days hammering down the whole situation. My boys kept urging me to party it off, and wait for the next opportunity to come around.
Man, I was messed up after that loss. My boys kept ragging on me to party it off. I kept ragging on myself trying to figure out if my boys were right. I read this article from Elite Daily – some entrepreneurial magazine. In the article they talk about not having any friends. That got me thinking – we’re my boys looking out for my best interest or theirs?
I put a couple days of thought into it, and realized that my boys aren’t really my boys anymore. They are still stuck partying, getting drunk, getting high and doing nothing. I realized that I need to distance myself from them, because I’m just wasting time with them.
That fact was hard to accept, but failure teaches lessons. That failure did some really hard sticking.
Me a professional? Carmine and professional put in the same dang sentence together… I doubt it! I never thought that I would need to really act professional in order to be a successful. I was told by a friend of the business partner I was trying to make a deal with that they didn’t want to do the deal. More specifically they didn’t want to do the deal because I didn’t look professional enough. That’s unbelievable that someone simply won’t do the deal because I don’t look like lawyer or doctor or something.
I was shocked when I heard that the deal was about to go south because I didn’t look professional. So what did I do?
Can you guess what Carmine did?
I stuck it to them, hard. I went to the meeting like my normal self, unprofessional as can be. When the soon to be business partner started trying to talk his way out of the deal I hit him with some REAL TALK. I said, that I heard from my buddy that you didn’t want to do the deal because I look unprofessional. Not because you don’t think I’ll get you results for your company, but just because of the way I present myself.
I proceeded to lay a verbal smack down on this sucker. I looked him dead in the eyes and said “I don’t mind embarrassing my friend right here, giving him up on something he told me not to because I know when you say yes to the deal that you’ll be thanking me profusely. I am the person who’s going to make you a ton of money. Lets put this non-sense aside and shake on it”.
Fuck You Attitude
Just like that he shook my hand, signed the papers and we’re in business. I knew no matter how much I dressed up that I’d still look like a Queen’s born street thug. I know that, and I understand that. My parents taught me well. They taught me to always know myself. I got what they call the “fuck you attitude” made popular by The Gambler. That’s how Carmine lives his life… Fuck You!
After making a couple bucks on the corner I decided to move into other areas. I was basically failing school at this point. I didn’t care, and neither did my parents. My parents realized that I had something they didn’t. I had a business sense. A business sense was more important than any other aspect of education. Going through school was just an easy way to get educated to be able to go into a job. Carmine wasn’t going to end up in the dead end jobs that my parents were in.
My dad, as drunk as he gets is a very hard worker. He constantly struggled keep his job. His boss always tried to work him harder, and pay him less. The struggle was real. Realizing the reality of the struggle that he was going through was a big eye opener for me because I knew I was going to struggle either way. I could either struggle starting something of my own or struggle making someone else rich.
Wikipedia defines an entrepreneur as “the process of designing, launching and running a new business, such as a start up company, offering a product, process or service for sale or hire”
Sticking it to Entrepreneurship
Sticking it to entrepreneurship was what I was all about from that point forward. I think it was the first family dinner I had in the last 10 years. My parents were sitting there spilling their guts to me about how they made the mistake of working for the man their whole lives. They urged me to drop out of school, and focus on my own business game.
Drop out of school?
I couldn’t believe that my parents would stick it to me like that. They knew I wasn’t the most book smart person in Queens, but damn.