TOXIC

I had a job interview yesterday. In the phone interview i had Saturday morning, the lady explained that yes it was selling, but it wasn't 'cold calling' and the commission id be able to make would be amazing. I'm well qualified enough for the job, and just thought

"You know what, I'm fed up of having nothing in the bank all the time!"

So i went for it. As soon as i was lead into the office, a wave of nausea hit me. I could smell fear!

Anyway sat throughout the interview and it just got worse, i could tell the woman interviewing me was a bitch, and i knew that shed end up upsetting me on lots of occasions. I sat in and listened to some calls being made. and i realised exactly what this job was. when me and the boy were looking for a house to rent, we signed up with a couple of agents, who offered this call back service. AND I WAS NEVER OFF THE PHONE! It was more or less harassment! So this is what i could be doing.... Also, i had to make at least 300 phone calls a day, and get at least 10 sales a day...

I don't know about you, but i just couldn't sleep at night knowing that people HATE ME!

anyway i shook her hand, thanked her for her time, and had to physically restrain myself from running like a big girl through the car park.

but when i got home, although I'm mentally saying goodbye to the Cath Kidston eiderdown i was planning to buy with my first pay cheque, i realised that actually, Ive found something out about myself. I always thought that give me enough money and i, or anyone would do anything. I now know that I'm not that kind of person, which is good, i suppose.

If they ring me, I'm getting the boy to answer the phone, I'm to scared to even decline an offer.. ill make him tell her I'm dead.

Step dads sending me his old digital camera to replace my broken one, so photos of bunnehs soon!


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