Cykologi_gal
Psyche...
Describe the nightmare...
Mine was a sales one, my first one, during the first half of Decemeber (4th to 20th) 2006, standing in the middle of a street near train stations trying to pitch people to join the Red Cross/Heart Research etc...
- The prettier girls made more sales by wearing tiny tops, being slimes and batting their eyelashes, refusing to let people go until they sign up.
- The heat was unbearable and your leader's your everything - if you get a bad one, you're gone, you wouldn't finish until 9pm. (PITCH PITCH PITCH...Hi how's it going?...GO AWAY!!!)
- You work 6 days a week, the 6th day being optional, 7:15am to 7:00pm - You have no time to sit down and think about your day/week, or your mental state. On Sunday you just 'die'.
- Most people in the job never completed their HSCs, so seriously, they're a bit mad. Their job's their everything.
- They hardly give you a break, you feet kill, there's no hourly rate, you like make sales to make money or you don't get anything for the day, so you feel like a slave while everyone else carries on with their lives, bustling in the city.
- You get people brushing you off saying: GET A REAL JOB. You feel like a nobody. Rather you feel like a slime trying to get money out of a commoner's pockets. You find yourself thinking about money all the time.
To top it off, it landed me in hospital with a bleeding stomach ulcer and anaemia - needles!!!...and the hospital's a jail. You get so lonely in there and they put me in a room full of old women. That's when I lost really lost - emotionally, mentally and physically...almost lead to a breakup with my b.f. 'cos he just needed affection so badly and I was just lost inside myself.
It's just the lies used to relate to people, the pressure and working with people who've lost their souls...you start to lose your soul as well - while getting emotionally/mentally abused.
It's the first time that I actually lost my soul.
Mine was a sales one, my first one, during the first half of Decemeber (4th to 20th) 2006, standing in the middle of a street near train stations trying to pitch people to join the Red Cross/Heart Research etc...
- The prettier girls made more sales by wearing tiny tops, being slimes and batting their eyelashes, refusing to let people go until they sign up.
- The heat was unbearable and your leader's your everything - if you get a bad one, you're gone, you wouldn't finish until 9pm. (PITCH PITCH PITCH...Hi how's it going?...GO AWAY!!!)
- You work 6 days a week, the 6th day being optional, 7:15am to 7:00pm - You have no time to sit down and think about your day/week, or your mental state. On Sunday you just 'die'.
- Most people in the job never completed their HSCs, so seriously, they're a bit mad. Their job's their everything.
- They hardly give you a break, you feet kill, there's no hourly rate, you like make sales to make money or you don't get anything for the day, so you feel like a slave while everyone else carries on with their lives, bustling in the city.
- You get people brushing you off saying: GET A REAL JOB. You feel like a nobody. Rather you feel like a slime trying to get money out of a commoner's pockets. You find yourself thinking about money all the time.
To top it off, it landed me in hospital with a bleeding stomach ulcer and anaemia - needles!!!...and the hospital's a jail. You get so lonely in there and they put me in a room full of old women. That's when I lost really lost - emotionally, mentally and physically...almost lead to a breakup with my b.f. 'cos he just needed affection so badly and I was just lost inside myself.
It's just the lies used to relate to people, the pressure and working with people who've lost their souls...you start to lose your soul as well - while getting emotionally/mentally abused.
It's the first time that I actually lost my soul.
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