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I walked into Charlies Dodge wanting a job in car sales. The showroom was big, the selection was ok, and a recruiter was warmly recieving new applicants. I filled out my application, and completed my interview within the same day. Training would start the next day,I finally had a good job.

The class was taught by a very energetic man named Tim, he jetted around the room and went on about big money opportunities and sales techniques. After the first day was over he told us there would be a "small refundable fee". We all repeatedly questioned him about "small", untill he finally caved in and said it was 599.00. Again it was explained that the only way we lose the money was if we decided to leave on our own before 90 days. I decided to make arrangements to pay it on the last day of class. Many dropped out but several others stayed.

We finished the class, I paid the fee, and recieved another interview from sales managers and the co owner Tom. I was recieved well and told to report back for another class taught by a sales manager.

I reported in early and looked forward to getting the ball rolling. The sales manager John taught a much better class and once again let us know what kind of money we could make in the industry. He repeatedly stated that the job wasnt for everyone and that if anyone wanted to go back to making jack shit 9 to 5 he would happily give us our 599.00 back and wish us well, we would stay poor though. I was in it for the long haul, I paid and thought maybe taking it seriously while having a good attitude would make things work. We would be paid 400.00 per week for the first month, then dropping 100.00 for the next 2 months.

Johns class finished with all of us intact, we were assigned one of two sales teams, red and blue. I got red team so the weekend would be mine to relax, Monday was the big day. When I came in Monday I discovered that our only female had left in tears on her first day. 599.00 gone because she was run off with constant sexual remarks, being approached with "you know you like it up the ass" finished her off. I didnt think it funny as I couldnt imagine what I would do to a workplace that treated female member of my family that way.

A few weeks in the co owner and sales manager were calling individuals into the office. Two classmates were among them. They left with forlorn looks, I figured too bad but the salary check plus 599.00 would get them through to another job. I was called in to be told I had potential, and kept on.

I sold my first vehicle that week, a new Grand Caravan. Another customer was really wanting a 42000.00 Ram 2500, all I had to do was get him to commit and make it through financing. He was a tough sell but worth it in the end. The rest of the rare customers were no credit/bad credit people who couldnt buy anything on the lot.

I started looking for our advertisements so I could be aware of which products were being pushed, I ran into a problem. There werent any advertisements. This told me why we were all lucky to get one customer in a day. Charlies Dodge likes to occasionally send out mailers, no further advertising needed. During sales meetings Tom and Mark (the owners) would go on about networking and drumming up business. I wondered why someone concerned with business would fail to advertise.

My last week on the job I sold a used Neon to a divorced woman I honestly felt bad for. She had to come in twice and hope for something to get to work with as her credit was ruined by the end of the marriage. Another salesman helped and we managed to get her grandfather to co sign, her payments were at 200.00 for 48, the sale made nothing but it it was great to know that someone who needed a break got one.

Our Wednesday meeting came around and the co owner made it real angry, negative experience for everyone. He yelled and bitched about the fact that we had made half of last months shitty business. It was our fault that many people cant buy due to credit, our fault that that there was next to no business comming in the door, our fault that other dealerships were beating us in the price game. He threatened to start firing all of the new people if he didnt see lots of sales in a week. I wondered how I was going to sell anything to people who werent there. I had started to drum up my own business by going out at night and fishing for buyers as much as possible. This worked ok, I had 4 prospects, all I had to do was close them out. This costed me alot of sleep time though as I just about lived at work.

Thursday came around and my classmates were having a rather angry discussion about the meeting and the fact that our former classmates had all been robbed of the 599.00. One hispanic classmate joked he would get his "homies", we all laughed as he was definitly no gangbanger. It was a joke and a well presented one, but the humer wore down as the conversation stayed angry. I tried to keep it going by suggesting we call the local Klan militia and tell them that the place is run by Jewish red commie athiests. One classmate said he would do what it took to get it back, he might even smash out a few windshields. I tried to make a joke in response "damned right, not a windshield left, discount!", a few people laughed but again the general conversation was angry. One class mate noted that Tom was a lazy piece of shit with a bad attitude that was of no help when trying to make a sale. I agreed and stated I exclusively went to anyone but Tom whenever possible, Tom was worthless after all. For a guy who wants sales he sure doesnt show it when you have a customer, he didnt want to be bothered with the whole game. Most times he would just say something snotty or downright retarded when approached. We all agreed that Tom sucks, the conversation went back to the money. I mentioned that I was going to have to sell a firearm I was holding onto as an investment piece. I payed 700.00 for it several years ago and had been offered 3200.00, but I wanted to hang onto it and find out what Id get for it ten years from now. An employee asked if I had alot of those, I stated that I had spent 12 years and about 18000.00. I said I didnt want to have to sell any of them but one I wouldnt flip out about too much, but losing that money would mean having to let go of maybe two given my bills. The conversation about the money went on and on. The night ended with no customers for me the whole day, maybe the weekend would be better.

Friday I showed up early for work just like normal and started calling my prospects. Two wanted to come in so it was going to be a good day. I was however called into the sales office about an hour into the shift where two cops were waiting. Both shit eating owners were present. I was told that my coworkers felt nervous and that I was going to to be let go because someone had shot up Virginia tech. That fucking bullshit had nothing to do with me, but then again a co worker had a problem with me shooting Bambi last year so the retards present made a connection. I stated that I had no intention of any violence against anyone anywhere so the whole scene was all bullshit. The retard owners and both cops were were politically on the other side of the fence so I was fucked no matter what I said. The police started trying to get me worked up so I would get myself arrested. The detective pig made references to Jeffery Dalmer while the fat patrolman pig put his hand on his pistol waiting for me to react. I kept my cool so the same pig motherfucker detective decided to make references to child molesters. Again the same fat ass patrolman took a step back and put his hand on his pistol. I kept my cool and was forced to sign a document I wasnt allowed to read, after that I was I was presented with a document letting me know I couldnt be on the property because of my "dangerous" decision to practice my FUCKING RIGHTS while at home. Both retard asshole trust fund kids left the office happy that I had just plead guilty to to god knows what. Both pigs continued to work me up with disgusting references and lots of laughter, the fat ass too close to me with his hands on his pistol. It dawned on me that he wanted to blow me away and that I was going to have to stay close to him so I might have a chance to get his weapon first if he got too excited about the fun they were having. It sucked being surrounded by two armed assholes looking for an excuse to shoot me because they didnt like my politics. I kept my cool, stayed close packed my desk and watched that fucker close. They could probably use my Marine Corps record as an excuse for shooting me in the back, and this made me nervous.

I managed to not get shot by the pigs on the way to the car, both hands occupied with a box. They kept trying to push buttons but I ignored the fucktards, with both hands occupied I couldnt do anything anyway. I managed to pull out without a serious problem.

I now have no job, and those lazy trust fund brats have my 599.00, they will soon have the others money too. If I were as evil and violent as they claimed pushing me to that extend would have brought it out, but they both knew they were full of shit and so did the pigs present. Next time you wonder about us evil firearms owners and hunters remember the fact that the average pig fucktard with a badge has poor training, little discipline, and isnt regualted as to behavior. Many of them itch to get themselves a kill. Those are the people society needs to disarm, the average American has been demonized to the point where many could read this and agree with the trust fund faggots. Welcome to the new America where born rich shitheads can steal from working people who struggle to make an honest living while enjoying the protection of the pigs.