Well. Today was an interesting experience. I have discovered that the way to get unsuspecting victims to agree to mind-numbing work is to lie to them about the benefits involved. Not only is it nigh-on impossible to earn the £300 minimum required in order to get any commission at all, but it is significantly more likely that I could sell my own face than make the £1500 needed to win the holiday. Approximately two hours after realising this fact, the burning desire to win deserted me, only to be replaced with an all-consuming desperation not to be the worst seller of the lot.
However, by the end of the day I ascertained that actually I was significantly better than the other new recruits. Perhaps because most of them spent the day with a face like a smacked arse glaring into their Blackberrys...? A lesson I learnt about myself today during the longest day ever; no matter how horrendous the task at hand, I don't give up. I think half of that is because of my competitive side, and half because secretly I'm a bit of a wuss and am too poor to get fired. Tell you what though, it is exhausting trying so hard to not to fail. As someone once said;
In order to go on living one must try to escape the death involved in perfectionism.
Hear hear.
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