Slowly catching up...
Things have been very...draining lately. Sometimes I can't even think of whereto begin and I become so frustrated that I just give up and delete everything that I have written because it has no beginning. I can't even begin to tell you all how many entries have been backspaced to oblivion because of this. Anyway, I think it is time that I focus in on this whole job issue that I have been promising for a while now.
On the 8th, I kept hinting at a certain job and how I was beginning to feel that, by going to the second interview, I was walking into a trap. Surprisingly I wasn't too far off, but little did I know, it was I who set the trap in the first place.
First and foremost, the ad in the paper (and what I was initially told during the first interview) was that there were positions opening for a sales clerk, customer service and management opportunities. But, what I came to find out was that it is a wholesale thing where I would have to go out to a different town everyday and try to peddle some crap from somewhere. Anyway, the second interview consisted of me driving around with two employees of the company. One was quite accomplished there, having nearly ten years of experience with what he was doing (and, since I cannot recall his name, I'll refer to him as Craig from now on). The other person was fairly new to the business, having only been employed there for about two months (he was still in training under Craig, but I don't remember his name either...you can just tell that I was overflowing with enthusiasm about this job if I didn't even take the time to remember the names of the people I was spending the day with. I'll refer to the kid in training as Jeff). From one perspective, I saw just how easy it was to sell the products you had if you knew what you were doing, and Craig knew exactly what he was doing (though he should, having done the same damn thing for so many years). From the other perspective though, I witnessed just how hard a job like this could be, and that could be very problematic considering this job was based off of commissions (Jeff only sold about three items the whole day...the kid wasn't much of a salesman).
By the time we got back to the office though, it was time for them to decide if I was worth hiring or not. I was, and I foolishly took the job.
I admit though, I only took the job because I felt as if I was obligated to. I mean, I had been looking for a job for so long beforehand that I felt that if I didn't just at the first opportunity I had that I might not get another one for a long, long time. That and I was tired of continually disappointing my father by being unemployed.
It was only during the car ride home that I realize I might have just made the wrong decision. As I thought about it more and more, I sunk more and more into a depression. I convinced myself that I had to stick with this now that I had actually made the commitment to it. My prospects on the job kept lowering more and more as I realized that, much like Jeff, I am not a salesperson. I set the trap with my own mindset and didn't even realize it...then I just went for the bait without even thinking.
Luckily, there were two people who I talked to who were able to straighten me out nearly immediately. The first of which was my father, who told me that while he did want me to have a job (and have one fairly soon at that, heh), he also wanted me to have a job that wouldn't drive me insane, a job that I at least somewhat enjoyed and, most importantly, a job that would have a steady paycheck (that, after all, is why he continues to push me farther than I push myself...so I can get up on my own two feet).
The second person was Theresa (blatherskite_), who helped me realize that I don't have to take something like this just because it is offered. Sure, I have been looking for a job for quite a while, but that doesn't mean that I'm obligated to take the first thing that comes along. If there was anything I should take from this, it was that people would employ me, that people were looking for someone like me...I just had to find a better place that was searching for me.
So, in the end, I called the office the day before I was to begin working there and informed them that I wouldn't be able to work there because my aunt had just offered to help me out with paying for college and such (or some excuse like that). They bought it...well, I don't really know if they "bought it" per se, but what else could they do but comply? Accuse me of lying and demand that I come to work the following day? Haha.
The funny thing about that is that I couldn't have picked a worse person to include in that lie, considering that Linda, my aunt, really wishes for nothing less than (more than?) for me to fail at every aspect of life and live in complete sadness.
On the 8th, I kept hinting at a certain job and how I was beginning to feel that, by going to the second interview, I was walking into a trap. Surprisingly I wasn't too far off, but little did I know, it was I who set the trap in the first place.
First and foremost, the ad in the paper (and what I was initially told during the first interview) was that there were positions opening for a sales clerk, customer service and management opportunities. But, what I came to find out was that it is a wholesale thing where I would have to go out to a different town everyday and try to peddle some crap from somewhere. Anyway, the second interview consisted of me driving around with two employees of the company. One was quite accomplished there, having nearly ten years of experience with what he was doing (and, since I cannot recall his name, I'll refer to him as Craig from now on). The other person was fairly new to the business, having only been employed there for about two months (he was still in training under Craig, but I don't remember his name either...you can just tell that I was overflowing with enthusiasm about this job if I didn't even take the time to remember the names of the people I was spending the day with. I'll refer to the kid in training as Jeff). From one perspective, I saw just how easy it was to sell the products you had if you knew what you were doing, and Craig knew exactly what he was doing (though he should, having done the same damn thing for so many years). From the other perspective though, I witnessed just how hard a job like this could be, and that could be very problematic considering this job was based off of commissions (Jeff only sold about three items the whole day...the kid wasn't much of a salesman).
By the time we got back to the office though, it was time for them to decide if I was worth hiring or not. I was, and I foolishly took the job.
I admit though, I only took the job because I felt as if I was obligated to. I mean, I had been looking for a job for so long beforehand that I felt that if I didn't just at the first opportunity I had that I might not get another one for a long, long time. That and I was tired of continually disappointing my father by being unemployed.
It was only during the car ride home that I realize I might have just made the wrong decision. As I thought about it more and more, I sunk more and more into a depression. I convinced myself that I had to stick with this now that I had actually made the commitment to it. My prospects on the job kept lowering more and more as I realized that, much like Jeff, I am not a salesperson. I set the trap with my own mindset and didn't even realize it...then I just went for the bait without even thinking.
Luckily, there were two people who I talked to who were able to straighten me out nearly immediately. The first of which was my father, who told me that while he did want me to have a job (and have one fairly soon at that, heh), he also wanted me to have a job that wouldn't drive me insane, a job that I at least somewhat enjoyed and, most importantly, a job that would have a steady paycheck (that, after all, is why he continues to push me farther than I push myself...so I can get up on my own two feet).
The second person was Theresa (blatherskite_), who helped me realize that I don't have to take something like this just because it is offered. Sure, I have been looking for a job for quite a while, but that doesn't mean that I'm obligated to take the first thing that comes along. If there was anything I should take from this, it was that people would employ me, that people were looking for someone like me...I just had to find a better place that was searching for me.
So, in the end, I called the office the day before I was to begin working there and informed them that I wouldn't be able to work there because my aunt had just offered to help me out with paying for college and such (or some excuse like that). They bought it...well, I don't really know if they "bought it" per se, but what else could they do but comply? Accuse me of lying and demand that I come to work the following day? Haha.
The funny thing about that is that I couldn't have picked a worse person to include in that lie, considering that Linda, my aunt, really wishes for nothing less than (more than?) for me to fail at every aspect of life and live in complete sadness.