How much a job can drag you down
I was told it was a good job, I was told it was the greatest job. I felt it was the best job, I loved that job.
Then something happened, I got my first pay, and it was far too thin. I started listening to the words I heard every morning from the leaders. Well, I was a leader myself, but those above me, those that had been there longer than me. Everything they said was a sales pitch. They kept on selling the job, "it's such a good job!" And everytime someone left the company they were "let go" no matter what the person him/her -self said.
At first I loved the opportunity to just talk to people for a living, I loved the road trip I went on to Bendigo, and I loved the money I "made" there. Yeah, it turned out my expected $1300 was really $320. After all the cancellations and people unable to get a hold of, I ended up with about a third of the expected money. People don't appreciate something they get for free. I mean, look at me, I'm Swedish and could have a university degree for free, but I don't want it. I don't want to waste my time in a classroom when I can be out here doing what I do best, travel, live, experience.
They had me wait for 2 weeks after earning my leadership before they finally promoted me. Those 2 weeks were the beginning of the end. I told my boss at least 3 times that I wanted to quit cus the job sucked and didn't pay off, I was talked into staying because "once you push through the dip of the rollercoaster you'll be making so much money" and I bought that. So I stayed, and pained.
I was starting to feel like shit, because I couldn't do a job that was "really easy". I couldn't give away free shit? What the hell? But I started to realize that people don't want free shit, I bet we would've had a better success rate if it cost $200. At least we'd have fewer cancellations. In a country where education costs money, people get suspicious over anything that is "free".
Then last friday happened, I came in to work, not caring about it anymore. I was seeing through their way of selling the job, and I was just done with it. I'd had it. I spent the day goofing around with my friend and former collegue Josh who had a rough morning after someone turned around and threatened to punch him. If it would've happened to me I might have bit his nose off, I was already angry and stressed about the allegedly "super job that pays lots and lots of money" and my potential inability to pay rent, the fact that I had no social life what so ever and my deteriorating relationship with my boss who never gave me the same information that other people got.
I signed up 2 people, making a total of $40 that day, wasting my time. I met 4 Swedish girls while working, the last one accompanied me and Josh to a bar at QV for a couple of after work drinks before we had a big work party to go to. The bartender at that bar turned out to be Swedish as well, making for a total of 5 Swedes in one day. Counting nationalities is a fun sport I used to entertain myself with at the job.
Josh left a little earlier than me to go to the party, while I, sick of the job as I was, hung out with my new Swedish friend Micaela and some random Aussie guys. Then my phone rang, it was Jessica - my boss. I answered and could hear straight away by the tone of her voice that she was not happy. She asked me to go somewhere more quiet, why I wasn't at the party and finally told me "We're giving you one last chance... err.. an opportunity to show you wanna stay with the company." Nice way of wording ultimatum, don't try and sell me that word. I am not the person that does ultimatums.
As I was drunk I did the sensible thing and said that I didn't want to talk about it right then as I wasn't sober. I got extremely angry, like I always do when I get an ultimatum, and stormed off to the party. I was preparing myself to quit while walking there. I was preparing...
Then I stepped in through the door and saw a friend, this really funny guy from New Zeeland, Mikey, and decided to wait until tomorrow at least. So I had a double shot of whiskey instead, then another, and another. In my frustration I managed to spend almost half of my pathetic pay that I'd earned with 5 days of hard work in a small, quiet and dead town, paying for my own accommodation and transportation.
I got home, absolutely smashed, and passed out at around 2-3am.
The day after I woke up with the worst hangover I'd had in a long time, but it was more of a psychological hangover than anything else. I remembered saying some nasty things to some people the day before. I contacted a guy that offered me a job a couple of weeks back, it was still there if I wanted it. I told him I'd let him know.
Then I had a talk over the phone with my boss, a long talk, a talk which should have contained the words "Fuck you, I quit!" But unfortunately it didn't. Instead I committed to going in the following day (a fucking Sunday! I didn't come here to work on weekends!) and "show that I wanted to take the opportunity to stay and grow within the company." Such bullshit, it's called an ultimatum. Do or die, I do neither, I've always been one to take my own path in life.
I went in to work, goofed around with Mikey, I didn't feel like talking to anybody. I honestly spent most of the time with the finger on the trigger, the trigger in this case being my phone and a call to quit. I was already seeing myself at a different job, not wasting away all the time I had to hang out with friends. Then I decided, I ran out of credit while talking to Jessica before, so I sent her a text asking her to call me. So she did.
"Hi, how soon can you be here and save Mikey's day so work wasn't a complete waste of time for him? I quit!" I said.
"I was talking to Louis and the decision has been made to let you go. It was really nice working with you, and getting to know you." Said Jessica in a weird way to make her the one letting me go instead of the other way around.
"Yeah, I don't care, as much as I hate giving up I quit. So do I stay here until you get here or what's the deal?"
"No, you can just leave now and leave all paperwork and stuff you have with Mikey."
Done, deal, I'm out. The first thing I felt was rage, rage over the fact that they "decided to let me go" and stuck by saying it even though I already quit. I was angry about the fact that they told Mikey I was fired, making me realize the other people may not have been fired either. Such childish behaviour is just ridiculous. I was angry over the fact that I'd wasted so much time at this job, and the little return I'd had.
Soon though, as the anger subsided, I started feeling relief. I was finally out of that misery, the end of my sorrow, and I could now go back to focusing on what I actually came here to do: work in a camera store, to gain the knowledge I want about cameras.
Relief was replaced by exhilirating joy and I soon returned to my old self.
This is my first day of unemployment, I wonder what I will do with it...
Beppe Karlsson, Melbourne, VIC