The worst job.

Jeg har hatt endel jobber opp gjennom årene.
Noen bedre enn andre.

Den absolutt verste jobben jeg har hatt var som selger, dørselger, ja, de gjorde fortsatt dette rundt 2010.

Jeg ante ikke at det var en dørselgerjobb jeg søkte og ble innkalt til intervju for.

Det første intervjue gikk ikke så bra, så jeg var overrasket da jeg fikk telefon om andreintervju. Da måtte det også være en ordentlig jobb.

Jeg fikk jobben og på den første dagen reiste jeg helt fra Hatfield til London Bridge.

I starten hadde vi noen merkelige øvelser, rollespill og en leksjon om hvorfor vi heller skulle være som ørner og ikke byduer.

Etter en stund ble vi satt opp i par og dro ut for å reise til våre områder, selvsagt måtte vi betale disse reisene selv.

Vi brukte ganske mange timer på og gå rundt i våre tildelte nabolag. Og til å jobbe på kommisjon lurte jeg fælt på hvordan min kollega kunne tjene penger på dette.

Jeg fikk oppgaven med å holde oversikt over hvilke hus vi allerede hadde vært hos. Jeg fikk også prøve meg på noen salg. Etter et av forsøkene spurte jeg om jeg kunne ta neste hus også, men fikk dessverre nei.

Det ble kveld før vi kunne reise tilbake til london Bridge og levere tilbake IPadene, for vi fikk jo såklart ikke beholde de til neste dag.

Jeg var glad da jeg kunne sette meg på toget tilbake til Hatfield og endelig komme meg hjem.

Jeg hadde allerede innsett at dette var ikke noe jobb for meg.

Neste arbeidsdag ringte jeg inn og informerte de om at jeg hadde skadete armen/beinet (husker ikke helt lenger).
De ba meg om å gi beskjed når jeg var bedre slik at jeg kunne fortsette opplæringen.

Jeg ringte aldri tilbake, men det gjorde ikke de heller, ikke for å sjekke om jeg var ok.

Så betyr det at jeg fortsatt jobber der?

 

I had quite a few jobs over the years. Some better than others.

The absolute worst job I had was as a salesperson, going door to door, yes they still did that in the 2010s.

I did not know it was door to door sales when I applied and got an interview.

Didn’t feel the first interview went very well so was surprised when I got a call abut the second interview. It had to be a proper job with this process, right?

In the end I got the job and on my first day I traveled all the way from Hatfield to London Bridge to start the training.

In the beginning we had some weird team exercises, role playing and a lesson about why we would want to be eagles and not pigeons.

After I while we were paired up and went out to travel to our areas, of course we had to pay our own travel.

We spent quite a few hours walking round and round in the assigned streets. And being on commission I wondered how my team mate really made any money.

I got the task of keeping track of which houses we had been to, an I even got to try a sales pitch a few times. After one of the times I asked my team mate if i could do another one, but sadly was turned down.

It was evening before we could head back to London Bridge and hand in our iPads, cause we didn’t really get to keep them overnight.

I was so happy when I could get on the train back to Hatfield and finally get home.

Having already realized this was not really a job for me.
The next working day I called in and informed them I had hurt my arm/leg (don’t really remember anymore). They told me to let them know as soon as I was better so I could continue my training.

I never called them back, and they didn’t call me either to check up on me.

So I guess I still work there?

 

One Reply to “The worst job.”

  1. Ha! I remember getting a waitressing job where I was way over my head. The previous restaurants I’d worked in had either been tiny or super slow and this restaurant was both large and busy and I was assigned tables in half the restaurant on my first day. I think I lasted about three days, which were torture. When I asked my boss when I needed to come in next and she frowned and said, “I don’t think it’s going to work out,” I remember feeling palpable relief.

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