Yesterday I got a job. The guy that interviewed me was not only friendly but we actually clicked on an artistic level because he is actually an excellent photographer and considered going to the school that I will be attending in the fall. After the interview he told me to show up tomorrow (today) to start my training I said "אחלה" and proceeded out the door with my chin held high and with visions of air conditioners, hard drives and tattoos flowing through my brain. My room will finally be cool I thought. I can finally stop deleting shit after I download it I thought. I can finally start my chest piece I thought. Then I bought myself a sprite and skipped the entire way to the bus station back home.
I woke up bright and early with butterflies in my stomach, excited to face the day and conquer this new experience in the face (yes, conquer in the face). I rolled out of bed, made me a massive mug of iced coffee and sipped it while smoking my morning cigarettes and watching "I love you man" (hilarious movie by the way). I packed my bag and bounced out the door and quickly walked to catch the sheirut back to Ramat Gan to begin my training. I was the first one there as always because I am almost never tardy for anything. I bought a lemonade and waited at the corner store so I would not be ridiculously early... only noticeably early. I finished my citrusy beverage and put out my cigarette. I walked into the office fresh and confident (job interviews and tests have NEVER made me nervous). Seeing as how was the first one there a nice young lady guided me to the room where the training was to occur and I sat down unpacked my drawing equipment and began to sketch to pass the time. It was the first time I had done anything artistic and worthwhile for months. I was proud.
Finally all the other people showed up, a few of them late and the boss guy re-re-re-re-reiterated that the only basic rule is don't be late. This also boosted my confidence. I was sitting pretty having shown up early and having a more than decent rapport with the boos man.
They handed out a few papers to be filled out and signed and then gave us our training packets. I am pretty sure I was the only native English speaker there so I flew through the manual, caught the few grammatical mistakes and aside from that everything seemed to be fairly legit. Then they start explaining it in their own words. Now with any sales job you have to expect a certain amount of skeeviness but this shit seemed ripe with sketchiness from the the first few words out of dude's mouth. Now, I know you can make a pretty penny at this place and I am in desperate need of some nourishment for my bank account but those excitement butterflies almost instantly turned into a suspicious awkward bubbling. I decided to stay even though my gut was telling me otherwise. Further into the presentation it just got worse and worse. People kept bringing up scenarios of "what if a customer says this?" and the response was literally almost always "lie". I was fucking shocked. The guy must have told us to lie more than 10 times in the span of 2 hours. Now, I know how to sell shit. I have sold shit before, but my whole approach has always been honesty. Not just in sales but in every aspect of my life and I am proud to say it has served me quite well. On our second break I went downstairs to smoke a cigarette and thought about that air conditioner. I thought about my 2 terabyte hard drive. I thought about my chest piece.
I walked back into the building and entered the elevator. By the time the doors parted my mind was made up. I waited for the girl behind the counter to unlock the magnetic door, I walked into the office and I packed my shit. I didn't pack everything. I left that sketch I was doing in my little workbook folder and I also left the complimentary pen.
I really do need a job but fuck lying to sell people shit. If I lie it will be to a cop or some other form of federal agent and it will be for a damn good reason.
I suppose I walked away with my integrity and my dignity still in tact.
Anyone know a good tattoo artist that will do work for integrity?
I woke up bright and early with butterflies in my stomach, excited to face the day and conquer this new experience in the face (yes, conquer in the face). I rolled out of bed, made me a massive mug of iced coffee and sipped it while smoking my morning cigarettes and watching "I love you man" (hilarious movie by the way). I packed my bag and bounced out the door and quickly walked to catch the sheirut back to Ramat Gan to begin my training. I was the first one there as always because I am almost never tardy for anything. I bought a lemonade and waited at the corner store so I would not be ridiculously early... only noticeably early. I finished my citrusy beverage and put out my cigarette. I walked into the office fresh and confident (job interviews and tests have NEVER made me nervous). Seeing as how was the first one there a nice young lady guided me to the room where the training was to occur and I sat down unpacked my drawing equipment and began to sketch to pass the time. It was the first time I had done anything artistic and worthwhile for months. I was proud.
Finally all the other people showed up, a few of them late and the boss guy re-re-re-re-reiterated that the only basic rule is don't be late. This also boosted my confidence. I was sitting pretty having shown up early and having a more than decent rapport with the boos man.
They handed out a few papers to be filled out and signed and then gave us our training packets. I am pretty sure I was the only native English speaker there so I flew through the manual, caught the few grammatical mistakes and aside from that everything seemed to be fairly legit. Then they start explaining it in their own words. Now with any sales job you have to expect a certain amount of skeeviness but this shit seemed ripe with sketchiness from the the first few words out of dude's mouth. Now, I know you can make a pretty penny at this place and I am in desperate need of some nourishment for my bank account but those excitement butterflies almost instantly turned into a suspicious awkward bubbling. I decided to stay even though my gut was telling me otherwise. Further into the presentation it just got worse and worse. People kept bringing up scenarios of "what if a customer says this?" and the response was literally almost always "lie". I was fucking shocked. The guy must have told us to lie more than 10 times in the span of 2 hours. Now, I know how to sell shit. I have sold shit before, but my whole approach has always been honesty. Not just in sales but in every aspect of my life and I am proud to say it has served me quite well. On our second break I went downstairs to smoke a cigarette and thought about that air conditioner. I thought about my 2 terabyte hard drive. I thought about my chest piece.
I walked back into the building and entered the elevator. By the time the doors parted my mind was made up. I waited for the girl behind the counter to unlock the magnetic door, I walked into the office and I packed my shit. I didn't pack everything. I left that sketch I was doing in my little workbook folder and I also left the complimentary pen.
I really do need a job but fuck lying to sell people shit. If I lie it will be to a cop or some other form of federal agent and it will be for a damn good reason.
I suppose I walked away with my integrity and my dignity still in tact.
Anyone know a good tattoo artist that will do work for integrity?
SG doesn't recognize Hebrew yet apparently
thanks for the message man...
just came back from TA spent a shitload of money which i don't have and probably going to get in trouble for it
call me tomorrow see wassup... is 3 am and i need to get up early to go to the H again... Mey is in the other room... things are slow and weird, but alright... point being i'll probably be in zombie state tomorrow... still... call and let me know what goes... and we will probably meet in TA.... good night...