At Least It's Something...Don't Know What It Is, But It's Something

Now I am working at a clothing store (dangerous for compulsive buyers like myself) and making $8. I get paid in cash, I think that says something..but I don't care what it says because it's nice to have actual cash resting in my pretty little mits! To be continued..

When They Scam You and Call YOU a Liar

I walked into the office today. Then I went to see the manager and told him that I could no longer work at this company. He proceeded to tell me I had no integrity and that I really didn't deserve this position that other people might have been dying for. Really? Really? This position someone missed out on because of me? At the time that I went in, they were three brand spanking new people in the lobby waiting to start their training. Two others, not including myself had already started. Unless they're homeless people, teenagers, circus workers or just naive individuals who don't know or don't care that they're being scammed, I'm pretty sure there is no one "dying" for this position. And even if I'm wrong about that, all they would have to do is wait a few days for the company to start accepting applications all over again. Days! Not weeks, just days. The manager went on to tell me that I was cutting myself short in this job, robbing myself of the success I might have! I guess because I've had so much monetary success in it already, right? $50 in three days, who knows, maybe it would have gone up to $55? Maybe $60? What about the day where I made NO money at all? Shame on me for cutting myself short. I was told that I had misled them, ha, they mislead people every damn day in a MLM like this one. So I'm a liar, I have no integrity, I didn't deserve to be a part of an MLM and I lost out on making less than minimum wage: hmm, did they think saying all this would make me stay? Better figure out a new tactic there, because this chick ain't fallin for it.

And By the Way...

that magazine never called me back, although I was told enthusiastically by the CEO that they would "definitely" call me later in the week. I have heard nothing. I wish people would leave some of the smoke they blow up people's behinds...uh..well, behind.

Child Laborers Make More Than Me

So I've been at this job for three days and made $50. They pump you so full of crap I feel like a sceptic tank that's seeped into the back and the front yard. A 100% commission based job where everyone is supposed to be working as a team to make the company the most money? How bout not. Silly "bell parties" where you ring a bell and run down the line giving your "co-workers" high fives? Weird and a big fat social anxiety nightmare. We walked all over downtown L.A., almost ended up in southcentral L.A., thank God someone nixed that idea! What's next? Inglewood? Watts? Skidrow? All that walking and you want to know something? My mother went for a two mile walk this morning and found about a dollar in pennies just laying on the street. She made more than I did today.

Pyramid of Cards

I think I just sold my soul to the devil...and that's probably the first sign that you've just been duped into a pyramid scheme. Now I'm not an idoit (most of the time anyway)so when I was looking at the job posting there was no hint of the greasy, bull sh*% coated slope that they intended to push you down. Of course, when is there ever a hint? After shadowing a "leader" and going from business to business and selling absolutely nothing (the pay is 100% comission by the way, didnt find that out until later, nice)I have come to see it all for what it really is. I don't know what to do.

Double-Timing Floosy

An employer called me today. I recently (and by recently I mean last night) I applied for a position as a entry-level account manager, and this individual who called me was following up on my application. It's full time work, I think I saw something about benefits in there, and by the way I really am not any good at math or juggling numbers. Why did I apply? Temporary insanity perhaps? Should be an interesting interview. And I'm still waiting on the other employer to call me back. I'm really hoping these two things will not end up conflicting with each other. It's like I'm dating two men that don't know about each other...not an experience I am unfamilliar with, but potentially hazardous all the same. I guess that makes me a two timing job slut :)

Vicious, Ravenous Job-Hunter, A.K.A: 24 Y.O. Female Post-Grad

I am forced to admit that like any human being I feel run down by a steady stream of rejection. I'm a poor, post-grad whose found that the walls of academia have collapsed and deteriorated as if they were never there to begin with. I have been mutated into a mad, raving animal foaming at the mouth, hunting jobs as if they were supple young deer to be brought down quickly and ripped open. Little graphic, but you get the idea. I feel sometimes, and I try to shove the thought away quickly, that these rejections reflect my inadequacies as a person and maybe I'm just not good enough for any job. I feel as though I worked for this degree that means about as much as that dog turd (at least I think it was from a dog) that I stepped in right after one of my failed job interviews. This thing that is supposed to put me ahead of the pack professionally, hasn't. I'm hoping during this waiting period, that it will affect something in relation to this last successful interview. But who knows? I must be doing something wrong, after all I'm not waving a pay check around as of yet. Sound like self-pity? Well it is and so what? We all need a space to vent and feel a little sorry right before we pick ourselves and get over it. So this has been mine.