Another new beginning
Well well well, we meet again.
Yep. Unemployment.
Fuck.
As of September 30th I will no longer be employed. I spent a good three years with them, this being my longest stint at a job since the Marine Corps. Fuck. I really fucking hate this.
I had a lot of conversation about this at the last event at Patsy's place. The sound advice of my peers was to ride it out as long as you can. Let them fire you, screw the man! I whole-heartedly agreed with them all. Then I had a sit down with my boss on Tuesday and it took everything in my being to not fall apart at the seams.
I was miserable at this job. Not just in the way that I felt every morning but in my job performance as well. When performance is rated by sales and you don't sell anything, you stink. I stunk like a French Cathouse. I had no ability to follow up with customers, I dreaded every work week I started because of the failures of the week before. I nearly had anxiety attacks every time I had to call my boss to tell her about how I was not selling and not making the "big deals" when I was on the road cold-calling. Perhaps the life of a salesman is not for me?
Anyway, I tendered my resignation on Wednesday morning. She's keeping me on until the end of the month so I get another paycheck and as much commission I can make in 2 more weeks of sales. That's not awful, especially since she could have cut me that very day without blinking and eye.
I never realized how much of a lack of focus I had until I started working there. I always knew that I had the attention span of a gnat, but it never hurt me as bad as it did there. I'm thinking, Stratera for the first time in my life. I never realized how bad my lack of attention could hurt me until now. I've never even thought that I might need some kind of medication, but I'm seriously considering it.
Focus issues aside, she was also emotional hell to deal with. She was worse that any ex-girlfriend I ever had. She would push you up to the stars and then when you didn't sell she could cut you to pieces in seconds and make you just want to walk out that door and quit. The next day (or two days later) you were the apple of her eye again and she was telling you what a wonderful person you were and wishing you all the best "on the road" today. Bizarre.
Anyway, that's all I wanted to ramble about tonight.
Salaam
Yep. Unemployment.
Fuck.
As of September 30th I will no longer be employed. I spent a good three years with them, this being my longest stint at a job since the Marine Corps. Fuck. I really fucking hate this.
I had a lot of conversation about this at the last event at Patsy's place. The sound advice of my peers was to ride it out as long as you can. Let them fire you, screw the man! I whole-heartedly agreed with them all. Then I had a sit down with my boss on Tuesday and it took everything in my being to not fall apart at the seams.
I was miserable at this job. Not just in the way that I felt every morning but in my job performance as well. When performance is rated by sales and you don't sell anything, you stink. I stunk like a French Cathouse. I had no ability to follow up with customers, I dreaded every work week I started because of the failures of the week before. I nearly had anxiety attacks every time I had to call my boss to tell her about how I was not selling and not making the "big deals" when I was on the road cold-calling. Perhaps the life of a salesman is not for me?
Anyway, I tendered my resignation on Wednesday morning. She's keeping me on until the end of the month so I get another paycheck and as much commission I can make in 2 more weeks of sales. That's not awful, especially since she could have cut me that very day without blinking and eye.
I never realized how much of a lack of focus I had until I started working there. I always knew that I had the attention span of a gnat, but it never hurt me as bad as it did there. I'm thinking, Stratera for the first time in my life. I never realized how bad my lack of attention could hurt me until now. I've never even thought that I might need some kind of medication, but I'm seriously considering it.
Focus issues aside, she was also emotional hell to deal with. She was worse that any ex-girlfriend I ever had. She would push you up to the stars and then when you didn't sell she could cut you to pieces in seconds and make you just want to walk out that door and quit. The next day (or two days later) you were the apple of her eye again and she was telling you what a wonderful person you were and wishing you all the best "on the road" today. Bizarre.
Anyway, that's all I wanted to ramble about tonight.
Salaam
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