Okay so I know it has been a while since I posted but I figured since changing departments at work, it would be nice to take a walk down memory here. So here’s part 3 of my recap of my job hunt. You can find part 1 and part 2 on these links.
My next job interview was in February. It was for the role of a Marketing consultant. Or so I thought. During the interview the questions were geared more towards sales but I was assured that it was a Marketing position.
I passed the interview and was invited to return the next week. My father didn’t trust me to drive as he thought the offices were too far away and he was on leave during that week so he insisted on taking me to work.
I arrived that next Monday to learn that- a) It was a Sales position and b) It was for the night-shift. I felt robbed but the salary was R5000 which was what I was looking for. To me, that felt like the perfect starting salary.
The product I would be selling was some sort of protective cover for your car in case of accidental damage. It was supposed to complement your current insurance. I memorized the product instantly. But something just felt off about the whole thing.
The people were friendly but the staff always wanted to take unofficial smoke breaks with me (i.e they wanted to sneak out of training for a smoke and I was supposed to be their cover). I didn’t smoke. Still don’t. But for some reason the other trainees were unable to accept that. It was then that I realized for some reason, I look like a pushover. I politely declined their requests. Yes, I sound like such a loser but you’ll see later on why this is relevant.
I eventually asked if it was possible for me to move to the day shift, hoping it would make me more comfortable. It didn’t. I tried my hand at pitching. I was awful. They showed us the sales floor and my anxiety levels shot up to the roof. I couldn’t do that.
We met the CEO sometime during the first week and he mentioned how he was so happy that we were joining the team. I didn’t know what it was but everything just made me nervous and anxious and I just couldn’t deal.
I admitted to the head trainer that I didn’t think that I could do Sales and instantly she offered me a Customer Care position. I should have been happy. Instead I just felt suspicious. Why were these people so intent on keeping me?
I made it about four days into the training without any issues. Then my father mentioned how he thought it was too far and if I had any car trouble, there would be no one to assist (Fun fact- with my current job which is 15 minutes away from home, I DID have car trouble with no one to assist. I had to call my dad. No harm, no foul). This thought played in my mind on a loop.
When we tried pitching once more, the head trainer told me I sounded dead. She needed me to sound more alive. I couldn’t do it (keep in mind that I later went into Customer Service and everyone loved my perky tone on calls). I was exhausted of fighting it. The call center was not for me. But I knew I couldn’t tell them that I was leaving. They would try to make me stay.
We were required to sign in and out of the offices daily. This was to ensure that they had written proof of the number of days we attended training. So I walked out that day without signing out. I knew in my heart that I wasn’t coming back.
I went home feeling drained but also lighter. I knew that company was not a fit for me. It bugged me that I didn’t know why but I was happier regardless (and maybe a bit confused).