Today I experienced a professional low. I was turned away for an interview to be a part time used car salesman. I know what you are thinking, "didn't you go to college". Yes I did, and I ask myself this very same question every time someone clogs a toilet at my work (it's as if you need an anthropology degree to use a plunger at my work).
Misty and I do not spend a lot of money, sure I would like a mani and pedi every other week just as much as the next guy but our financial straits don't afford us this luxury. You see, when you factor in our car payment, credit card debt, and monthly payments to the IRS, a good portion to of our monthly take home goes to paying off debt. I hate debt, I abhor it, but like my athletes foot, we just can't get rid of it (and please don't tell me to pee on my foot... it does not work). I see how we live now, and it scares me to think about about feeding another couple of mouths, we would make it work, but it would be so much easier to not have that debt hanging over our head. Again, I know what you're thinking, "Jamie you're a middle manager for a nonprofit, plus you have an anthropology degree, certainly you don't need a second job." Well it was recently pointed out what a "Fingerprint Technician" makes for the city of Colorado Springs, it was thousands more than I make... thousands. A finger painter is worth more than I am. I would hate to see what the drug sniffing dogs make.
So alas, I applied to be a part time used car salesman. I figured I could bust my tail for a couple nights a week and hopefully, be debt free within the year. To be honest, I was really excited about the prospect. It was a reputable corporation, and I saw it as a way to help people not get into significant debt. I will admit, it was a little humbling, in the same week that I got this interview, a former roommate of mine was selected out of tens of thousands of applicants for an interview to be an operator of a Chik-Filet... his was kind of a big deal.
I won't get into the politics of the decision, but as I said before, I did not end up getting the face to face interview. It was disappointing and embarrassing. I mean, I dressed to the nines, I wore a suit and tie, I tucked my shirt in, I wore deodorant, I shaved my neck for Pete's sake. I didn't even get this dressed up for my own wedding. I looked and smelled goooood.
But you know what, you show up a half hour late for your interview and none of that matters.
So if I can't be a part time used car salesman, where does that leave me. Perhaps I can wash people's windows when they stop at stop lights. I guess it could be worse, I could be the "president" of Egypt.
Misty and I do not spend a lot of money, sure I would like a mani and pedi every other week just as much as the next guy but our financial straits don't afford us this luxury. You see, when you factor in our car payment, credit card debt, and monthly payments to the IRS, a good portion to of our monthly take home goes to paying off debt. I hate debt, I abhor it, but like my athletes foot, we just can't get rid of it (and please don't tell me to pee on my foot... it does not work). I see how we live now, and it scares me to think about about feeding another couple of mouths, we would make it work, but it would be so much easier to not have that debt hanging over our head. Again, I know what you're thinking, "Jamie you're a middle manager for a nonprofit, plus you have an anthropology degree, certainly you don't need a second job." Well it was recently pointed out what a "Fingerprint Technician" makes for the city of Colorado Springs, it was thousands more than I make... thousands. A finger painter is worth more than I am. I would hate to see what the drug sniffing dogs make.
So alas, I applied to be a part time used car salesman. I figured I could bust my tail for a couple nights a week and hopefully, be debt free within the year. To be honest, I was really excited about the prospect. It was a reputable corporation, and I saw it as a way to help people not get into significant debt. I will admit, it was a little humbling, in the same week that I got this interview, a former roommate of mine was selected out of tens of thousands of applicants for an interview to be an operator of a Chik-Filet... his was kind of a big deal.
I won't get into the politics of the decision, but as I said before, I did not end up getting the face to face interview. It was disappointing and embarrassing. I mean, I dressed to the nines, I wore a suit and tie, I tucked my shirt in, I wore deodorant, I shaved my neck for Pete's sake. I didn't even get this dressed up for my own wedding. I looked and smelled goooood.
But you know what, you show up a half hour late for your interview and none of that matters.
So if I can't be a part time used car salesman, where does that leave me. Perhaps I can wash people's windows when they stop at stop lights. I guess it could be worse, I could be the "president" of Egypt.
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