You know I love you boo, but the money has my time...
Up until a couple of days ago I didn't have a chance, or the energy, to blog but I've been trying to get myself back into the habit. Work has been...long. In a nutshell, it's been long. I'm not gonna say stressful, because it could be fucking horrible; it's not. 11 hour days, random off & on days, late nights, abandoning Andy...while I have made a shit ton of money, I've sacrificed a lot. I've gained a lot of weight from eating late. I binge drink. I have even worse sleeping habits than before. *sigh* BUT I LOVE DAT MONEY!
Today I was talking to one of my managers at work and he said, "Whenever you're having a bad day, just look at this...this guy looks as if he's having a bad day". The picture was of a soldier doing the Tim Tebow while someone in the foreground was lying on the ground. Couldn't tell if they were asleep or hurt, but you just saw the outline. I responded, "whenever I think I'm having a bad day here, I simply think about my other job. Then, I get the fuck up, and I walk out another ticket".
At NRG...which i found out from my w-2's now goes by another name, I walked around for 9 hours a day, 6 days a weeks and got paid minimum wage for 40...only made proper commission once...literally walked 5 miles a day (which was actually dope; wonder if I can still do that?)...had to use my mom & Nicole make fake leads and had to use different voices. The stress was definitely not worth the pay. Corporate custos, insurance, fleet, dealership...even if they're being fuckwads, I'm getting paid for them to spend money...bitch.
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