So tomorrow I quit my job.
The whole thing was a farce from the start to be honest.
They start out telling you that you get commission and basic.
That slowly changes to FOR YOUR FIRST WEEK.
Then it's on basic.
Then the hours...oh the hours....
The only good kinda interesting thing about the job was the meetings
It was pretty much a bunch of dudes slapping five and shouting, surreal.
Don't get me wrong I LOVE slappin' five but ehh it was all a bit cultish.
Kinda like this only more shouting, high fives and less cool.
I thought it was a once off on Friday, Jacco got a sale took too long to close didn't get out 'til 11pm after starting at 9am.
Fuck that shit.
That was all this fucking week and it really fucked up plans and I let a coupla people down by bailing, NOT MY FAULT...ya'll know I dun play da.
Tomorrow I quit and it's back to the drawing board.
The hours are pretty much the main reason but with that as well I was selling a shitty Eircom alarm system that even at half priced is over-priced.
It's a bullshit system with "100%" response rate.
It takes at least half an hour for the guards to come round.
I could easily break into your house, take a shit on your pillow, take a shower and steal your HDTV in that time.
Any criminal deterred by the system should really get out of the game.
A selling point for it is that it doesn't go off outside anymore just inside, so nobody hears it...when you're not in.
Fuck off Eircom.
Anyway BRILLIANT, job search begins again, NEVER doing sales.
Felt like such a tool. Wish I hadn't wasted my time and money and blah blah blah.
I look grand in a suit though...
Looking forward, I do feel totally motivated.
Someone hang with me tomorrow, you have my digits.