Sacramento Bee

My first job working for someone other than my dad was a paper route.  It didn’t last long because it was easy, didn’t take much effort, and I was able to complete the daily task in a little over an hour most days.  Also, the return for the effort was not as fruitful as it was to work for my dad in the construction world tearing out concrete, setting up forms, pouring concrete, and cleaning up the aftermath.  I asked my manager Shane Scott if I could have two paper routes because delivering 60 papers down a couple of streets was not very exciting.  He Kid routes were designed to have around 100 papers to deliver per day.  I told him I would prefer to deliver much more than 100 papers and so I wanted an adult route.  After a little negotiating and my parents support, Shane was able t work some magic and set me up with an adult route.   He worked with a couple of other adults to restructure the routes in our community, so my primary delivery point was four apartment complexes and one residential street.

Well, I got what I wished for and had 650 papers to deliver seven days a week by 6:30 am.   He even worked it out where the truck that would drop the papers would drop at my house first giving me enough time to fold 650 papers.  Monday, Tuesday, Thurs, Fri, and Saturday were easy to fairly easy.   Wednesday and Sunday were not so easy.   I would wake up around 2:15 am, start the coffee pot, my driver would typically arrive between 2:20 am and 2:30 am.  He would bring the papers into my garage, and I would give him a cup of coffee.  I would start the process of folding 650 papers, loading them up on my mountain bike with paper bags attached to the front of my bike, the back of my bike on a tandem and over my neck.  Away I would go and be back around 6:00 am.   My dad loved this because his paper was always available on his smoking chair, coffee hot and ready, when he woke up at 4:00 am.  When he woke up, I was already gone.   When I sometimes returned my dad was there other times he was gone and off to the job-site.

I enjoyed the hard work.  It took about 4 to 4.5 hours a day to complete the delivery.  Wednesday’s and Sundays would have been impossible without the help of my mom or the guy that would drop the papers off.  One of them would take the folded papers on Wednesday and Sunday’s to one of the apartment complexes and drop them off next to the manager’s office.  I used this as my starting point on those two days.  This was necessary given the size and weight of each paper.

I wanted to provide my customers the best experience possible; I delivered every newspaper to the doorstep, some I would through up on the balcony which was always fun when tossing them up to the second story balconies. I always was tipped well sometimes my tip was the same if not more than the monthly service for the paper.

I did this for three years until I was just tired of being tethered to a job seven days a week.  I wanted a couple of days off. One of my customers happens to be an executive over at PageNET, a provider of local, regional, and national paging services.   He inspired and educated me on how I could become a reseller and sell paging service white-labeled under my brand leveraging their infrastructure.  After figure out how to do this, I gave notice and ended my career as a newspaper boy.