A coworker asked me What’s the Plan? Why did you come to New Zealand? Instinct made me respond before thinking. “I had this great big dream when I came to New Zealand. It failed. Boiled it down to the essence, before I allowed myself to run with what it could be. Then that plan failed, worked me into a terrible rut trying to make things work out. Do you ever listen to that famous Steve Job’s Youtube video? The one where he says don’t be afraid to fail because if things work out, you’ll be elevated to the height you didn’t think possible? I’m on the other end of that right now. My plan failed and now I don’t know what to do. So I’m just trying to figure things out. But before that, I’m just really trying to make rent, get healthy groceries and be able to pay my phone bill on time.”
“That must really suck man. You ever think about going back?” “It’s over if I do that. The two things I can control are working on my blog, and my book every day.” Yea! That’ll be some good side income!”
And then we went to work.
Whats The Plan With Work
I really didn’t want to be fundraising again. I spent my first shift thinking of an out. A way to quit. After one day of feeling sorry for myself, I made a duel mentality. At work, I was at work giving it my all. How you do one thing is how you do everything. I could be sad and look for outs on my own time.
To my surprise, the sales training my boss is giving me is even better than Ledcor’s. The issue I have with it is how micro-agreement heavy the pitch is. I liked the question heavy, fact-finding of telecom sales. Then again I hated how Ledcor tried to own me, and looking back there’s so much shit I hated while I was there. The grass IS ALWAYS greener on the other side.
At the end of the day, its not the product I want to be selling, but my boss is providing me the environment to grow I had been clamouring for…
Well, the environment I had been clamoring for was either at Otago University (changed to Canterbury) or some museum or research institution dealing with travel or Antarctica. But Stacey’s being the mentor I wanted from Shay in Dunedin. What I thought John and his wife would be (the R.V sales job). She’s a MUCH better instructor and leader than J.B was, and her scripting sessions, training, and talks bring A LOT more value than anything J.B ever brought.
What Can You Say To Me Right Now That Tells Me You Can Work Hard?
John’s question during out interview lingers in my mind every day. His piercing stare. Yea I was intimidated, but there was something deeper to it. That stare, that tone. He didn’t give a shit about trees, that’s a different universe and a skill factor that’s irrelevant.
The stare that said, “Don’t you fucking dare reference anything related to university course work.” I said I climbed to second place in sales for the month of December in my last company. “Only second? Only once? Mate it sounds like you got lucky.”
How you do one thing is how you do everything. I went from one job that did me dirty to another job that’s giving me some opportunities. So what can I say about myself that tells you I’ll work hard? Well, when it felt like everything had fallen apart. I found an inch, took it a mile while writing a book and managing a blog in my free time.
I might not have some fancy title, and it may not be a glamorous product. But I’ll prove I’m some kind of unstoppable force. There was no recoup time, or friend group to help me recharge and feel confident once more. I went from one commission job to the next, because its the only thing that was available.
After all, in a world where fancy degrees mean less and less by the innovations. And cryptocurrencies obsolete government tender, what people will recognize is skills and proven will power. Every guru, real or fake preaches will-power and focus.
The Bright Side
This is commission, so if I don’t preform I don’t get paid. I’ve applied to a lot of jobs and even the labour agencies haven’t called me back. There’s nothing to do but go all in once again. If this fails it has to be a job with accommidation. On the bright side I’ll finally have that choice made for me. The other bright side, is I get my time back. No more hours spent on cover letters and questionaires that don’t even get a response.
Just time to focus on my job, and my writing. the nice thing about fundraising is your selling personality over anything else. So at least I’m getting my social needs met again. Once again it’s not how I want it to be; at least they’re met.
One thing less to complain about.
