Youre not quite Jim Jones yet..
I went to sleep tonight at about 8:30, exhausted. I’m fully awake now and still reeling from the shit show that was today…
On Tuesday, I went to a job interview for a receptionist position or an art sales/management position.. both were open and they wanted to talk to me about both… all fine and good.
Interview seems to go well. They invite me to come back the next morning for a trial day. I arrive at 9:15 to wait in the front office with 3 other “trial people.” Odd, but ok. Then the clapping and chanting starts. From the back room, you hear people just going apeshit. Its right about now that I start planning my escape. I am also still thinking that I am going to be trained in the office, as this is what they told me the job would entail… working in an office. Wow, I have never been more wrong.
It was too late to run now, however. The person who interviewed me, Seth, emerged from the shitshow of a meeting and came to say good morning. He then notified us that we would be assigned a “trainer” and that we would be riding around in a car with them all day, from shortly after 9:15 to 5:30.
“What the fuck is this” I start thinking? The door is so close but there is no way out now…
So Seth shuffles me off with a very nice girl named Serena. We then proceed to drive all around hells halfacre. She has this car that doesn’t like to start, so she just leaves it running. Anyhow, inside her car, filled to the ceiling are framed “art” works. She then informs me that we will be driving around, knocking on doors, trying to sell people these works.
Immediately, I start planning my exit.
She then proceeds to tell me that the company is a “Ladder,” and that she will be making $100 K by the end of the year and that shes retiring at 30. I’ll remind you here that shes driving a 90’s era maxima that doesn’t really run, selling art door to door. I’m pretty sure the word you are looking for is pyramid scheme, not ladder.
I put up with this for about 3 hours till I finally text Bryan and tell him to pretend to be in the hospital so I can “come rescue him.” During those three hours however, she told me how awesome her job is and how much I’ll love it, ect, ect… Yes, it was really awesome when I had to walk into a gas station with you and try and sell the workers a painting.
All in all, these people are hardcore drinking the kool aid. Sorry, but I did not go to a ridiculously overpriced art school to peddle art out of the back of my car to Wendy’s. Not yet, atleast. My best comparison of this experience would most likely to be equal to sitting outside the five points mart station with 300 imitation purses on a folding table. Since I do not think I’m going to take that career path, I also will not be taking this one.
Cheers to you Seth for completely misleading and lying to me about the “receptionist” job I came in to apply for.
Besides scaring the the hell out of me, today re-motivated me and reminded me that I have a lot to be thankful of.. like a good family, a great boyfriend, a college degree and a brain.
