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My slow and painful death....

...So my job is not what it's all cracked up to be. Yeah, its potential to make lots of good money, but you actually have to be 'good' to make all this 'good' money. Sales is another world. It's a cut throat, stab me in the back, I'm still your friend and co-worker kind of job. I have to pick my battles in order to survive in the industry. Accounts are stolen, walls have ears, you're monitored like a hawk preying on its dinner, if you make too much money you're under investigation, don't make enough money, you're in the grey and will be suspended (which is a nice way to say YOU'RE FIRED and you're never getting your job back!) So with that said, I suck at sales. I'm hanging on by a pinky! I've become bitter and angry and I curse more than I usually do. I want to drink till I can't see, and I want to smoke till my lungs are nothing but black coal and have sex with random strangers (totally kidding about that last part but it sounded funny in my head) This job is making me be someone I'm not and I'm not sure I can deal with this much longer! It's a job, it pays for my bills (sorta except that I think I have a shopping problem) it pays for my habits. I believe that you have to be a certain personality to work in the sales industry, you have to hustle and know how to sell someone their own shoe laces back to them..I'm not like that. I can sell, but I'm way too nice for this. If a client can't afford it then I feel bad that they cant afford it and I relate with them. NOT THE GAME....If they can't afford it, then by all means sell them the world and promise them the universe! But ssssheeeiiitt when that invoice comes in the mail for you to pay up...then you better pay! Or we'll make you're life a living hell! Wheel and deal, the dices are all in. ALL OR NOTHING OR YOU'RE GOING TO DROWN IN YOUR OWN STAAAANNK! Urgh, I'm so frustrated with my job! I really do enjoy the people that I work with and I've made some really great friends. But when it comes to the money and selling, its a whole other story. I've got certain areas down, but when push comes to shove, I'm not sure where
I stand....Good vs. Evil... We all know right from wrong, and I'm, starting to question my position. Gosh, I hope I don't get in trouble for blogging about this! Funny how we use the Internet to connect to everyone, but it can really back fire on you sometimes!

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