Rock Bottom

Everyone hit rock bottom in their job, i imagine. The moment you REALLY realize you should have left 2 months ago when a more fun, less stressful opportunity came up at a college. Well, i am glad i didnt move that way, however, Will Loman did in fact hit rock bottom.

weekly sales meetings have been increasingly shitty as new management has stepped in over the past 2 months, but today, the shit storm really centered on TV Station, and namely Will Loman.

Rudy (who i know want to call Chaz, because when i think of Chaz, i think of a meat head, frat rat, who because he is smaller than everyone, must pick on those in funny little "im joking but i am not" cut downs) So, CHAZ, stared the meeting off happy and fun, we went through our usual bullshit, and when it came to "things to come" i knew we were all in for a real treat.

first thing to come: a little jar that if we get "called out on a mistake" we put 5 dollars into it. what was the first mistake? Will didnt bring a pad and paper to a meeting (that was supposed to just be a meet and greet with the big boss) so (in a Chaz tone, with a Chaz laugh) he goes:

So will is our first "call out". He went on a meeting and forgot to bring a pad and paper (apparently the 8th deadly sin) and when i asked him about it, he just points to his head, and says "all in hear bro".

I did do all of the above. But you know what? I also had ALL THE FUCKING FACTS IN MY DOME! He quizzed me, and i dominated him about what we discussed. So, that was the first kick to the nuts today.

Second. The new hours are 8:30 to 5:30. He went on and on about us being there all day. But just last week? WE WERE TOLD TO BE OUT OF THE FUCKING OFFICE. Jesus. Pick a preference. Granted I do leave Fridays early, and I do come and go as i Please, but i get my shit done. Maybe i need to put in 4 more hours a day of cold calling. To people who WILL NOT BUY US.

Third. The HAIR comments. Now, I have "long hair" right now. Does it cover my ears? No. Is it a mullet? No. Is it long? To everyday standards, no. Chaz LOVES to call me "boy band hair" and "why dont you comb your hair" and all of these would be FINE comments if we were friends. They are said in a friendly, shit talking way (much like my brother and i would make fun of one another) however, he is my boss, so you never know if he really means it. Runner and myself agreed today. He means it 85% and is using the 15% joke to mask that meaning. Jesus. Do i really have to have a fucking high and tight hair cut? what century are we in?

So, when i was leaving work (at 5:31 ma fuckas), my father called me. I was filling my car up, and I told him how i was about to quit. But do to other circumstances (like feeding myself) i didnt. He was completely helpful and understanding, but at the last moment, i will admit, i broke down. I started to cry, which i haven't really done since a close uncle died, because i am just straight up overwhelmed. How can i succeed if the station is set for failure, and some assholes are all over my ass? I am much more calm now after cleaning the shit out of my apartment and making a good dinner, but I really dont want to face the music tomorrow. Or the next day. Or the next. But i AM. Because i am not a quitter. I will find a new job in the next week. I will make my financial woes be answered, and i will fucking waltz into Chaz's office and tell him to fuck himself. His stallion is cutting loose. Oh yeah, and pay me for 2 weeks of vacation. hahahha.