A Pressure Cooker

If I wanted to work in a hot, steamy, and pressure filled environment after graduation I would have moved to California, auditioned for some reality TV shows and kicked some ass. I settled for turning my training class into a reality TV show at the beginning of this blog (see Training Class Episode 1-2 for those entries). However, I feel like this job has really turned into a reality TV show now.

On Tuesday managers came up to each and every one of us, individually, and previous to those individual evaluations we had later in the week, and said, "if you don't do ____ number of sales by the end of the week I can't guaranteed a job next week." I was having a particularly good day that day so I just shrugged it off, but by Thursday I couldn't sleep, had a stomachache and wanted kill myself. Friday came around and I told myself, "I'm going to work super hard so I can do what they want me to. This isn't the job I want, but it is a job that pays the bills." But, half way through the day I pretty much relegated myself to failure. It was complete crap. I was nearly to the goal they set for us at the end of the night. Nearly in tears, again, I gathered my things and turned towards the door; thinking that I might as well put the things I just moved to the desk in the back into the bags that they came in.

This pressure cooker feeling is not one I've ever been familiar with. It's horrible. I've always been one to do the things necessary to get the job done and never have been reprimanded for it. It's just ridiculous. I just want to punch all these men in their suits and ties in the faces.

Well, that feeling kind of subsided when, as I was walking out the door, the same man who told me I may not have a job next week, said "don't worry, you're fine," on the way out. But, this is also the same manager who is employed by the same guy who said I had a chance at a senior sales position. So, maybe I should get those bags packed.