Don’t even bother reading this if you’re not UP for feeling DOWN. I’m just letting off some steam…
Well, today I got fired from my job. And what a shitty job it was: the managers, none of them cared about you, wanted to personally assist you, help you NOT be a failure. And yeah, check that out, I ended up being a failure.
I was only there for two weeks, if that much. A little less. Before, I was told I needed to be more sincere and really enthusiastic. I guess I was being too dull, not aggressive enough. It’s a telemarketing job, so I understand that. And what did I do? I was fake as hell, the complete opposite of me. I was brighter and perky and chipper and just a fuckin’ bubbly young lady all set for life and ready to go.
They fired me for that. Apparently, I wasn’t taking the job seriously.
It’s like, maybe? Maybe you guys could’ve said something. I mean, shit, it’s my second full week, I don’t know what’s going on. The people around me? They’re doing the same fucking thing and they’re not getting bitched at. I took time to really listen to them, like try and do what they were doing? And nothing. I was even told beforehand that it was going to be slow for the first couple of weeks, so why is this such a surprise? I’m still relatively new.
So let me tell you how my fucking day went. Storytime: I got there on time, as usual, started up with the calls at nine, just like every fucking morning. And for the four hours that I worked, I got four pledges, which was much better than yesterday, with my single pledge for the whole shift. It was also much worse than Saturday, when I got eight pledges. So I thought, okay, slight improvement, I suppose.
At one point, one of my managers comes in, House. Wow, what a dick this guy is. He will come in the room yelling, with his goddamn Tim Horton’s coffee. Yelling stupid shit to us while we’re trying to do our fucking jobs, thiking he’s so awesome and so funny. I’m trying to do my fucking job, so get the fuck outta here with that shit. You want improvement? Stop fucking shouting while I’m on the phone with a possible donor. And House was yelling and I’m pissed off now because, you see, I’m trying to do this thing. I’m trying to talk this woman into donating some money to sick children so that their last wishes can be fulfilled and this asshole comes in. Awesome.
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