Commission Only? Pffft Whatever!

It's 8:30 in the morning. I'm sitting in an office with 5 other people with the same expressions of anxiety on their faces. I am filled with dread as I try to tell myself that this is not another "commission only" position. I've seen the clues already. The over enthusiastic boss, the promises of promotion within a year, the evasion of questions raised. My head is telling me to run while I still can, my heart is telling me to stay because I am so desperate for a job.

I hear the mating calls of the drones sound, and my fears are answered. For those of you who have been to a second interview for a 'sales marketing' position, you'll know what I'm talking about. The meeting that just happens to be taking place when you are waiting for an interview. The enthusiastic shouts and hollers of employees.

And now is the time to run, I think to myself as several young, professionally dressed people file out of the meeting. A team leader is assigned to me and I follow her out to her car. The boot is being filled with 'merchandise' and I feel an intense headache coming on. I get in the car, then whilst driving to our 'field' answer assinine questions designed to manipulate me into being enthusiastic about this job. I 'shadow' the 'team leader' as she goes from business to business being rejected time and time again. I amuse myself by looking at products of legitimate businesses. I sit on a couch in a furniture shop and dream about the day I'll be able to purchase it.

Lunchtime finally rolls around, and I am taken to a shopping centre where I am offered a meal 'on the expense account'. A ruse designed to lure new recruits with the illusion of incentives. I order my food (the most expensive on the menu) being sure to get it in a takeaway bag. I ask the girl if I can be excused for 10 minutes, take the food with me and make a break for it.

Thanking my luck stars that the chosen field for that day is within walking distance to a train station, I hop on a train going home, contently munching on my free food.

I get a call from the girl 20 mins later demanding to know where I was, and I explained that I'd changed my mind about the job. She grunts and hangs up on me. Evidently this is not the first time this has happened to her. I smirk to myself, people who are actually stupid enough to work in this industry sure are, well... stupid!