Quick disclaimer: The Trillion Dollar Company exists. I have business models, marketing funnels, frameworks that WILL work. It's just so GIGANTIC in complexity that I need to get my story out before I can launch it. It will make sense later, hopefully 👀

I'm reposting this post as I got caught up in a Football ⚽ match when I originally posted. It wouldn't do it justice to cut Day 2 short.

So we're in January 2017. I have just gotten laid off from my Google Consulting Marketing job due to Liquidity Problems and closing of the local office. Since I resigned in August 2016 from Telenor I wasn't able to get Employment Welfare. ↓↓↓

Since I was LAID OFF I qualified for Employment Welfare. but... I was full of pride. I viewed it as a personal defeat to receive money from the government. I got around $50-$100 from Birthday Presents from my family. So I managed to survive a couple of months without salary.

I didn't want to accept governmental support. However, my dad threatened to take me off his will, if I didn't apply for Welfare. Albeit humiliating, I realized that it was necessary and probably the right thing to do.

Okay, some background story: I had already dealt with The Welfare Organization since 2013 (when my daughter was born). So I already knew how useless and troublesome their system is. Although they have helped me over the years. I am very disappointed by their system.

When I contacted them around June 2017. They told me I qualified for Welfare since April. Which was a nice surprise. What wasn't nice.. Was that they had created a New Bank Account at a Local Bank in my Name and deposited the Money. There was no way to transfer to my bank..

So I had to withdraw $2200 in physical cash of $50 notes. I was suddenly rich overnight, and it became a cool picture to hold 44x $50 notes. However I couldn't pay debt collectors with physical cash. Throwing psychical cash at the laptop didn't do anything 🤣

At least I could pay for food so survival was easier. My parents helped me with rent. This is Important for later: I got involved in a Norwegian Livestream Group on Facebook, and created digital friendships with real people spread across Norway.

The 2017 Livestream Arc is completely insane. I'll summarize it with keywords: - BBQ - Train Kidnapping - 8 Love Triangles - Death Threats - Astrology - Suicidal - Mental Health - Heartbreak It's not relevant for the business. You can read about it in my Future Substack eps.

Up in all this Drama the Welfare Office told me: "You have to attend Job Club". Sounds kind of cool, like a secret society 👁️ Spoiler: It's a complete waste of time. I'll take you through the disaster over the next replies 💩💩💩

Job Club, is a Governmental Program where Fully functional unemployed adults gets taught by washed-out and retired engineers on welfare how to write a resume. And it lasts 10 weeks.... 8 hours 5 days a week. 400 Hours to learn how to Apply for a Job. Sponsored by Tax Money 🫩

The Program was lackluster to say the least. We waited at least 2 weeks for them to even print out (create) a weekly plan. If you know me. You know I won't sit idle in this bullshit. Trapped in a room with bad ventilation and absolutely no sensible plan for the course forward

So I created a Religion 😂 Navisme™: Et Lys i Mørke (Welfarism™: A Light in the Dark) It was basically a Facebook Group for the Job Club members. A group where we could discuss the bullshit. And I could strategize a signature campaign to destroy Job Club. From inside.

Close to the end of Job club I was basically running a Command Center. I was writing 12 Applications at the same time. I had bothered the "teachers" ao much they gave me extra "homework". Which I was doing while writing my 12 Applications. It took basically 10 minutes..

Having attended Electrical Vocational Highschool in 2009-2010. I was already a Master at Alt-Tabbing and my situational awareness knew exactly when to pretend to work. The Applications took me 10 minutes to write. But I hid parts, and was writing and asking for help for weeks

I wrote a formal complaint to the government, municipality and the welfare office headquarters. Which I waited and read loud as a proclamation on the last day of "Job Club". Basically:here's 4 pages of why your Club sucks, and I have already mailed all your employers, have fun

The Job Club peoples faces were white from the shock. 6 months later I received a formal apology from the government for forcing me to attend a Club with inhumane facilities. KnutA vs The World 1 - 0