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I hated my last sales job at financial services company. Money had been great, except that I was financing construction and industrial equipment and the economy turned. Well, not turned - stopped- home construction came to a halt. My sales numbers tanked, everyone slowed except our dept Suck Up. She kept getting plum accounts not affected by the recession. Layoff rumors were rampant and when I heard rumors of our division closing, I jumped ship. Right into the frickin' ocean without a life jacket I might add. Landed in manufacturing sales.

I really hate this fucking job. I am the assistant to a sales manager is a really good boss and takes care of me. However, with all this mortgage bullshit going on we have customers but do not have any loans for them. Everything I promise my customers I can do for them, but the company/industry changes the rules in the middle of the game for us at least once a week. So now I am constantly put in the position of being the retarded fucking asshole who promised something that I now cannot deliver on. And I am the bad guy because I am the point of contact.

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.

I used to really like my job. That is until I decided to go on maternity leave. Ever since I came back, it has been pure hell! My boss makes these rude comments at me, not to me. I have an assistant from hell (she talks too fucking much, weighing 290 lbs @ 5'4").
I have more education than all of those dumb asses, yet I continuously get criticized for frivolous bullshit. My ideal day would me one taht excluded them . We work off of commission, which includes sales leads taht come directly into the office. I used to get 1-2 leads daily. Now, I can go a week or more and not get anything. Bitches! My boss is a whore and my co-workers can double for Punky Brewster on any given day with their tacky asses. My bosses assisant is constantly volunteering to assist me with my troublesome customers. Now, today, I get called in to my bosses office only for her to tell me to leave her assistant alone. Lying Biotch! I tried to do the work and she told me "no". I wanna beat all of their asses, even the men! I am keeping track of all of this with high hopes that they will try to use this frivolus bullshit to try to fire me. I cannot stand them. Each morning my stomach aches when I think of them. There is a clear double standard that exists. I just want to scream. Guess I need to pull out my boxing gloves and beat the shit out of all of 'em. I wish they'd all move to Fuckoffville, USA,

I work for a comany that is more fuct up than anyone can imagine. I'm a pissed off storesman/sales assistant and I can't believe i'm actually putting up with all the shit that is currently happening, or my 5.50 per hour wages. What am i? a migrant worker in some sweatshop?

First of all I've moved [read been told to move]outlets so my 10 minute journey is now a 30 minute - 1 hour journey, depending on motorway traffic. The fact that worked started on widening the motorway also comes into it but i can't really blame that on the bosses.

What i can blame on the 2 doofuses up in head office is the cutting of my hours, recently. "Oh you aren't selling enough furniture to justify us paying your wages!" they say. Well let me see... you've made me a storesman at an outlet i don't want to be working at, you don't even pay me the pathetic 1% commision that they 2 members of "sales staff" do get. So where the hell is my motivation to sell furniture?

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You can taste the bright lights
But you won't get them for free
In the jungle
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Today, I put my two weeks in. It's really quite odd; I used to love my job.. until about a month ago. One day, the owner approached me and asked if I would start ironing my shirts and making my hair look nicer, if I
got a dollar raise. I told him I would think about it.. but, of course he gave me the raise. Ever since then, he's always got something to say to me! (seldomly ever good) Plus, he talks really freaking loud so
whatever he says to me.. the whole damn store can hear. I hate unnecessary attention and he gives me a lot of it. So, whenever I'm there, I find myself on the edge of my seat about what he's going to say next. Plus, I've been so damn stressed out that intense headaches aren't uncommon.

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I work at a fucking gas station and i deal with fucking retard customers all day who cant do simple tasks such put gas into their bloody vehicles without fucking it up in some huge shit storm! They ask me to look up a movie that they want to rent because they can't be bothered to walk over to the 2 ROWS of movies we have to find it themselves. And i swear to FUCKING CHRIST! that i can't stand that stupid look on your shit head face when you ask for a package of cig's and then rip out the fucking filters and plastic for me to throw away! The only thing i should throw is my fucking fist on your fucking face. Bash your fucking skull in you dumb fucks! Eight hours a day, desperately trying to hide my contempt for mankind, i'm not a violent person and nor do i want to be...But i feel like i'm pushed to the brink limits. Just to day i had some bitch ask me for a "20/20" calling card, i gave it to her and she says she wanted a bravo calling card. This is a problem because they are non refundable so guess who gets to pay for the unwanted calling card and i cant believe i just took that shit this is what my job has done to me! it's fucking killing me and i'm not the person i want to be. This concludes my problems with customer now for my boss and co-worker. I'm currently in the last stages on completing a portfolio for which i will soon submit to a College i want to attend this is all i've got and if it doesn't work out than my only plan B is to build a good resume. Heres my problem with my Boss; she spews out bullshit hallow praise at me like "your the only good employee i have" and is it any coincidence that i am working an eight hour shift alone on a Sunday for the fourth fucking time, AND WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH SUNDAYS BEING SO BUSY! now i would be okay with half the shit i just listed if she had made me the assistant manager when the oppertunity came and she asked me, i said yes and she gave it to this new girl. Let me tell you something about this girl, Lazy as fuck and the most work she does is when she's feverishly typing text msg's on her cell while i do all the work. When i get a drive away i have to pay for it, she doesn't. Why the fuck on her that women would choose her over me is completely beyond me, This is twighlight zone shit FUCK!!! it's like the Iraq war!!!! and shes Bush!! IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT ANGLE YOU LOOK AT IT IT"S JUST COMPLETELY INSANE! Everyday i go to my job i feel like a failure. at least now i feel content having purged myself of this filth.

What a shitload of fuck. Holy son of a fucking diarhea eating bastard fucker! What a bunch of pussy ass mother fuckers. Only begins to describe how shitty this bunch of bitch loaded cart sales place is.

Those pussies dont even have the guts to tell you you're fired, they just play games behind your back and hire dumbass replacements then don't even give 2 weeks of notice. What a shitload of fuck. These people are so obsessed with ass kissing ad dick sucking that they don't give a crap about real production. Fuck them. They are losers. Go into business for yourself. Especially if you work in a place where theres 4-5 carts and little bitches who play games on you.

dont let your kid pee all over my floor, dont leave your rubbish on my shelves, dont fucking hide food under things!
I will find you and kill you one day.

since when did people turn into suck disrespectfull assholes?
i do a good job, i like my job, i know my shit and im not out to con anyone if they want help or imformation i can provide them with it.
But dont ever get in my face because,
A: your a man and im just a chick
B: you seem to have a a overblown sense of importance
C: you think im lying to you about a product to get you to buy it,,
i seriously get into arguments with men everytime over something as ridiculous as pronunceation of a products name, um hey fuckface i didnt spend my nights going to training seminars for you to tell me im wrong.

my god, i always seem to forget just how subhuman pr wenches are!
we lend product for a shoot in good faith that it would be returned in re sellable condition, uh uh, it cam back trashed and when i rang and asked for them to pay the damages i got spoken to like i was a imbecile.
they never actually answered any of my questions, they just kept saying how "i couldnt see the bigger picture" wtf???
I was livid by the end of the day , dealing with these anorexic fashionista airheads who only actually put toggether a fucking shopping centre catalouge! and they keep telling me how it reaches such a large demographic, um i dont know if anyone has tolf them yet but ITS FUCKING JUNK MAIL!

For those of you that are not in sales...much of what you will read may seem out of the ordinary. Sales is an incredible profession if you like what you are doing and believe in what you are selling. Actually, I really think you need to be passionate about what you sell to be any good at it. I don't want to toot my own horn, but I am an awesome sales professional. I don't resort to any of the cheesy techniques that your average sales person might...I just talk to people. And, if it turns out they need what I am selling, we do business. If not, we part as friends. That is my simple sales philosophy and I am sticking to it.

Go to www.washingtonpost.com. Read about what is going on at Walter Reed Medical Center. The most amazing thing about it is the person who has been running the show for only six months was fired because of the horrible conditions the wounded soldiers have been living in. They replaced this person with the person who is actually responsible for these conditions who was ther for four years! This guy was the scapegoat to make it look as though WRAMC is actually trying to shape up. We know it is not the truth. The worst part is the guy who was fired was trying to make changes to the system.