No hours, nor amount of labor, nor amount of money would deter me from giving the best that there was in me.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I'd made enough money by the time I was 12 to never have to work again.
I could work 24 hours and I wouldn't complain once because I'm happiest when I'm working.
Not being able to work would make me very unhappy.
I never wanted money worries to slow me down or make me take a job I didn't want.
When my son was born, I decided I wasn't really into working 12 hours a day. That slowed me down a little bit.
To be the best, I had to work harder than everyone else.
I'm greedy for that satisfaction of doing something hard and knowing that, even though I was afraid I couldn't do it, that somehow I can deliver.
I'd never taken a job purely for money - I felt that would kill me - but I was afraid that I was heading that way. Then, my brother passing away was the final thing that kicked me over. It reminded me that life is short, and you'd better do what you want while you have a chance.
If I was doing something for the money, I'd be quite miserable.
I never wanted to get paid by the hour. If I was going to do more work than another guy, I wanted to get paid more.