Here's my story. It's all true. Nothing made up. Movies were made of lesser tales. Put your seatbelt on and read away.
I earned a 4 yr degree in ME, and chose to spend a year in grad school because I had some money tucked away from my college-era job. After that ran out, I got a job at a local engineering firm doing design work. Heat exchangers, pumping systems, chillers. It was all thermo and stress analysis. Very much in my comfort zone. I finished my MSME at night, and I was still a bachelor. But after 3 years, I was going nuts from boredom. I decided to challenge myself by getting a job "in the field", in a Fortune 500 chemical plant.
In the 5 years employed at the plant, I took advantage of every management training course or seminar - in house or 3rd party - that a Fortune 500 company can offer and my superiors would let me take. PSM, HAZOP, Mechanical Integrity, I got my boiler operator's license, you name it, I took it. I even paid for some myself. I also went back to school and got my MBA, and passed my PE exam, and got married, bought a house, and had 3 kids.
In 1999 I started doing side work. I let my superiors know, and they were cool with it. Basic inspections, some documentation. Not much money, but I liked the autonomy.
In 2000 we were told our plant was going to shut down and close up in one year, and when the door shut I was going to get 6 months of severance. That gave me 12 months to come up with what I wanted to really do with my life, and a 6 month cushion to get it rolling. I chose industrial contracting. I fell in love with it when I started working at the plant, and I love it today just as much, 10 years later.
So in 2001 I hooked up with welder that had done some work in our plant. He was independent at the time (worked for himself), and when the plant closed I approached him. I would do the engineering and project management, he would handle the field. 50-50. We started out small, just me, him, and two other guys.
Four years later, we had 28 people in the company. We had growing pains, but we were in demand. And I was workig the lion's share. 90 hour weeks versus his 40. But I wasn't going to rock the boat. I had a people-pleaser personality back then (please note that this is foreshadowing), so I didn't bring it up. My goal was long term success.
Then my partner went insane.
His substance abuse problem (that I didn't really know about until it was too late) reared up in 2004. Picture the owner of a $3 million construction company showing up on site under the influence, and pushing the operator of a piece of equipment out of his way and him getting behind the wheel. My dream started to unravel. No matter what we (me and a few of the other PM's) did, he wouldn't change. It all came to head when - the day after the best financial meeting the company ever had - my partner gets blasted, I catch him and order him home, he gets in a fight with his wife when she walks in the door, she starts packing her bags, and he hops in his truck, drives to the second highest bridge in the state, parks in the middle lane during rush hour, walks over to the railing, and jumps.
Front page of the paper. Strangers stopping our employees at traffic lights, asking if this was "the guy" (company was his last name). Customers looking at me funny. Business crisis consultants. Work volume takes a nose dive. My partner lives, but ends up in rehab. The writing was on the wall. It was over.
The last straw was after his return from rehab, he gets a DUI in the company truck at 9:00 am on a Monday. Within a month the company folded. Belly up. Corporate bankruptcy, trustees, judges, process servers at 10:30 at night ringing my doorbell. Bankruptcy is a whicked experience. The worst part is the very end when you're sitting in front of the judge and she's asking you pointed questions about what happened.
But the story doesn't end here.
Soon after the decision was made to fold, I approach two of the managers. I propose a 3-way partnership, because I couldn't do it all alone. In the span of two weeks, we sign a lease on a shop. We buy six trucks. A complete compliment of tools for 15 men. We embark on a whirlwind tour of the state to ensure there'd be work when we opened our doors. Opening day comes, and we're up and running. Within 2 quarters, we're showing a profit. Right now we're on our fifth straight quarter of making a profit (modest, but a profit).
But again, the story doesn't end.
I am being approached left and right to do engineering work, above and beyond what I do for the new firm, in areas that have nothing to do with the construction contracts we execute. This time, instead of me working like a madman at 11 at night for free, I'm doing it different. I have a 1/3 stake in the construction firm. But now I also have my own firm (no partners) for performing work independently. A steady, dependable salary in a company I own, and a separate firm to do special projects. Working until 11 at night now appeals to me, because there's money it. There's also talk now of the 3-way firm subbing out engineering to me. I don't know how that will pan out. That discussion is next week.
So my story will continue. I could have went and got a job in another plant, and stayed an employee. I chose this path. Would I have done certain things differently? Hell yes. Will I ever go back to being an employee? Hell no. Once you get a taste, you're hooked.