meximick's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Opportunity Was Lost On Me I had an interview on Tuesday. A company pulled my resume off of hotjobs.com and invited me in. Not telling me what line of business they were in should have tipped me off. I went in expecting to be offered an Amway opportunity, but instead I was instead introduced to the world of water purification system sales! I. Was. Speechless. I wanted to say out loud, in the middle of the happy, caucasion-filled Company propaganda video, "I can't fucking believe I put on a tie for this!!" It really was the biggest waste of time I've experienced since watching that Carlton Sheets real estate informercial a few weeks ago. Not that it was a waste because I didn't buy his "Secrets to Real Estate Wealth" system, but that out of anything I could have wasted my time doing (reading, napping, music, porno, etc.) I chose to watch that. I thought about the situation I had found myself in on Tuesday - being enthusiastically introduced to such a "wonderful opportunity" selling something so terribly Godawful boring and wondered how anyone could find passion or inspiration or even any sort of satisfaction unrelated to money in it. Should I stop trying to figure out what I'm passionate about because the odds of finding that in a career are virtually zero? How do people go through life being actuaries or motel managers? My problem is that even if I decided to settle for just any job, decided to pretend I like it, it won't show on the outside. I can't sustain fake enthusiasm. I can't do it. Disappointment will hang off my face and bend my shoulders. The frustration will invade my personal life and I'll make miserable what should be my free time by complaining aloud, because that's what I often tend to do. How do these guys, wearing smart looking suits and the pearlywhite toothy smiles, stay enthusiastic about doing what they do? Were they trapped by family obligations? Was their hand forced by the need for stable careers and suburban desires such that they have now crossed over into being satisfied that at the end of each day they have increased their company's bottom line? I told Issac, the guy I interviewed with, "I don't want to waste your or my time by pretending I thought this place was for me. I mean you have a great set of products [Lie], and a wonderful opportunity [Kill Me], but I think I'm looking for something different than what I'm doing right now; something that maybemightpossibly has something that inspires me woven into it. Something that challenges me. Somewhere where I don't have to wear a suit. Where I can make a difference in people's lives. Somewhere where what I do actually matters..." "And I just don't see that in selling water." 9:21 a.m. - 2001-05-24 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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