Hard Times to Start

It certainly wasn’t all fun and games at first. I know many people think how can there be any issues at all when you’re in such a great land? Or, you just complain too much. Try as I might, sometimes the bad is just inevitable. With my great dislike for the promo job I had acquired, and Jesse’s added pessimism towards the company, I started failing miserably at this commission only job. Jesse started working for them too, seeing how easy it was to enter the job, and did not start applying for other jobs in town. Both fortunate and unfortunate, Jesse is way too good of a person for the job and was unsuccessful at selling tickets. Eventually, he started applying for jobs and decided he was much happier in a nice suit and tie then standing in a booth selling party tours. He stopped selling and started DJing on the tours for free. The flimflammers who call themselves managers of course would not pay him for it, and little acknowledged how much better the tour was with him on it, though they continued to use, “we have our own personal DJ straight from South Beach” in their sales pitches. The other slaves apart from the corrupt flimflammers however, did acknowledge his presence and how great he made the tours. It was a struggle for him, but he broke through and ended up DJing in many clubs and even ended up landing himself a job as a Marketing Manager at one of them.

I, on the other hand, was having a much harder time. The day Jesse arrived was the first day I saw firsthand what the untrustworthy flimflammers were capable of. I had sold $250 worth of tickets for the company with 50% commission on one sale the night before. We were not allowed to sell to anymore guys for the weekend tour, because of the even ratio guys to girls. I understood this and asked the guys, though drunk, if they could manage to bring girls with them. They happily obliged and the transaction was made. The next morning I received a SMS from a flimflammer with changing stories from I cannot sell to guys to they were drunk to they couldn’t attend since they were going to Brisbane and needed a refund. Which all were complete bulls. At this time the slaves were allowed to start selling to guys again, all the slaves sell to drunks, and the guys were no longer leaving. Needless to say, the corrupt f’s took the money back even though I made the sale, and the smallest flimflammer actually pocketed my entire commission for himself. I had already made plans to jump ship to the other tour in town. However, Jesse arriving mellowed me out and I let go of it and continued to be their slave. Now that I had seen firsthand what they were capable of, my selling skills diminished. I did not want to be in the same league as those fraudulent, deceitful flimflammers. My personality, confidence, and happiness were crushed. Enjoying anything to do with anything was extremely difficult. In any case, as you’ll see in the next few posts, I continued slaving because I had no other choice of employment (believe me, I tried), I tried to ignore the corruptness and enjoy the fun. You can only get groped, grabbed, and snagged by drunkards so much though before you break. To be continued…