So my
new job, the one I spoke about last time I posted - which seems like months ago. I went in my first day so excited and knowing that while this wasn't
necessarily a new career, it was something to get me out of the house, stimulate my brain on a level higher than that of a 5 year old and actually make a little money. Positive thinking and praising God for the opportunity.
Well....
8:05am - I walk in to the training room, open my training binder and the very first page states that while in training (first 2 weeks) I will be paid $6.55 per hour. Yes. Seriously. I mean no disrespect... but WHO IN THE HELL MAKES $6.55 per hour???
8:10am - I am handed my "call script" and asked to read over it. My "call script" for an Account Manager position? I'm still trying to keep an open mind and read over the script quietly while the trainer tends to others.
8:30am - The trainer explains that this is indeed the best company to work for! The company contracts with various non profits - mainly schools - and then we sell the advertising on the back of the shirt. And then she says... "You will find no other telemarketing job as fulfilling as this."
Ummm.....what the hell did you just say? Telemarketing???
Ok, that's just her term for doing most of your work via the phone..right?? WRONG!
8:40am - I excuse myself to the restroom and do all I can not to burst into tears.
9:15am - One of the girls in the training raises her hand and ask, "What do you do with the extra shirts? I ask because I'm living in a shelter right now and we are all so excited when people donate clothes." Yes, my coworker is homeless.
10:00am - TEN MINUTE break! We are instructed that we must be sitting in our seats when the "music starts" at 10:10 or we will
receive a "mark" and after 3 "marks" our pay will be decreased $1 per hour for the entire week. We must use the restroom during this time as we will not "be allowed" to use the restroom again until lunch. Yes. Seriously.
10:01am - I go to my car and contemplate driving off. Had I not left my purse inside, I may have done just that. Instead, I pray and I get a little teary eyed. I send a mass text to friends and family to let them know that I think I may be in the midst of a "punk" because this can not really be happening to me.
10:10am - The music starts and my butt is in my seat like a good little girl.
10:30am - The trainer tells me that I am too professional and need to understand that the kinds of businesses I will be calling on are small businesses and will be intimidated and hang up if I sound too professional. She then proceeds to tell a story about a phone call she made in which she joked with the business owner and told him that she thought he was probably too drunk at the games to ever notice the free shirts being thrown - and that yes, that's a more acceptable approach!
10:45am - I start sinking further in my seat, wondering what in the hell I am doing here and why in the hell this job had been so grossly misrepresented to me.
11:20am - The trainer announces that today we will only be training a half day today. I perk up a little.
11:25am - Class begins to wrap up for the day and another girl in training raises her hand and ask if the trainer could please sign her "slip" before we leave. She then proceeds to pass her a sheet of paper with "
Tarrant County Department of Corrections "
prominently displayed across the top. Yes, she needed to get her Probation/Parole slip signed. Oh.My.Gosh. For Real!!
11:30am - I leave. I call my husband and upon hearing his voice burst into tears. I then call my Mom and again I burst into tears.
I wasn't upset because I was working with a homeless person, a convict, or because I was making $6.55 per hour. I was upset because I was in total disbelief at how far I have fallen. Two years ago I was making 6 figures and now I was making 6 dollars. Holy crap.
Needless to say, hubby came home and after giving me a big and much needed hug, told me no way was I going back. Whew! I did not argue and no, I did not go back. I sent a nice professional email and stated that it simply wasn't a good fit for me.
I am so tired of being an emotional wreck and damn it I just want a REAL JOB!!!!
THE GOOD - the former VP of Marketing at my last job has started his own publishing company. He will be publishing a magazine and HE CALLED ME TODAY AND WANTS ME TO COME WORK FOR HIM! We talked on the phone for quite a while and we're meeting Monday morning at Starbucks so he can show me the mock ups and give me more information. Like he has to sell me on it? Little does he know, I am
soooo in!!! I do want to find out a little more on the company and the investors, backing, etc. before I give him a
definite answer but I know him well and worked with him for years and feel good about it. Then again, I feel silly getting excited about any job because well... what a joke. I'm trying to have faith but I admit I got a little pissed at God for a few days after this last fiasco.
I'm trying right now to just focus on Christmas and family because if i sit too much and think - well, it's not a good thing. I seriously am worried about my mental state - or lack there of. I just seem to be sinking further and further into this depression and I'm trying so hard to pull myself out but it's just not happening. I'm now sleeping 12 hours plus a day and I know that's not good. Ugh. It's like quick sand and I can't do anything to get out. For those wondering, I have NO health insurance so no I can't get back on my
meds right now. Yeah, first time I have EVER IN MY LIFE been without insurance and I need it more than ever before. That's the quick sand again - sucking me down.
So, that's my jolly update. Hope you're all enjoying the holidays.