I started online because the life in front of me scared me.
For a while, my job was making chemicals. Pesticides, the kind shipped off to spray crops in Central America. I wore protective gear all day. Before I could go home, I had to step into a chemical shower and wash the stuff off my skin.
Not exactly the dream.
I grew up in Arad, a small town in Israel by the salty shores of the Dead Sea.
Beautiful place to visit. Brutal place to build a future.
There were no rich uncles, no family connections, and no obvious door waiting for me to walk through. So I did what people do when they have bills and very few options.
Retail. Security guard. Busboy. Burger King. Housekeeping. And eventually, the pesticide plant.
The chemicals weren't even the worst part. The worst part was the math. Even with cheap rent, I couldn't get ahead. I'd sit down with the numbers and the calculator would basically start laughing at me.
The hazmat suit was a pretty good clue this wasn't my forever plan. I remember thinking, very clearly: there has to be a different way.




