Before Friday the 27th of July I was convinced that I can do any job regardless of what it was, (whether it's cleaning or in some office) though I had found my match. I went for an interview, aced it and the next day I was invited for another day long interview/induction thing, and me being a good sport I took it in my stride and went along with everything. At the end of the interview/induction I had a final 3rd interview, and to my delight I got the job. Everything was great and I was loving life.
Though when I got home for the weekend and really thought about what I had just sighed up to. I knew by Monday morning this wasn't the job for me, it was disguised as charity fundraising which I am all up for (I have volunteered for 450 hours so far), but really it was a sales job and not just any sales job. It was a door to door sales job, 8hrs a day. So I stuck it out for a week thinking maybe it was new jobs nerves, but as the training went on I was exposed to more of the negative side of the business, in addition to the negative people there. At one point I was even told I wasn't there to make friends with fellow employees and not allowed to talk to them, but yet we were supposed to work in teams? That made no sense to me.
So I thought cool, I can do this job no problem. I have all the skills and the right attitude, I just need to get through training. So I got through improper training and was thrown out on my own in the deep end to knock on people's doors for 6hrs, I was terrified and to top it all off. I have a serious phobia of dogs, so the prospect of a dog running out when the person opened the door terrified me but I was ready for it.
As the days went on I was pretty much fed up, I was getting up at 6:30am and arriving home at 11:15pm. I was drained. I took a day off to sort out some personal stuff and then went back for one day. That day I was put with the most negative people to work in a team with, and we actually ended up arguing something very trivial.
Anyways, that was it for me. Whilst I was in my feelings, I called the boss telling him that the job wasn't for me and I just didn't want to waste any of his time. Though I did finish the rest of the day thinking maybe I was a bit too hasty. That feeling quickly changed when I saw on the news that 'cuggers' aggressive fundraisers (which basically was the job I had just quit) could face criminal prosecution and l thought thank god I got out of it.
Now I have realised that perhaps the any job approach to job searches needs redefining.