Yeah, although the name is shamelessly pirated, that’s exactly what this is. In the realm of sales, I lived by an alias of a person who no longer exists. I have so much to say, but want to truncate it for fear of simply rambling too much. The best way to organize my thoughts is categorically, so here goes…
The Workplace:
This dingy, dirty, disgusting warehouse that we worked at was located neighboring a cemetery…yeah, really nice view through the windows which would not open in a room with no immediate fire exit, violating safety codes mind you. Anyhow, getting to work was a trip, because there was a very limited amount of transportation that could actually take you there. The best part is these rare and hard to spot enigmas usually ran on no regular schedule…meaning you could easily be late. Showing up so much as a minute late prompted a response from management with a serious and stern look in your direction followed up with a condescending question with no right answer, “What happened?” There is no right answer to this question, have fun with it, say there was a gun fight and you were almost killed. The best part is the rules get more and more ridiculous as time goes on. One mouse or bug is spotted in the workplace, and we have mandatory face to face meetings with management urging us that we can’t eat at our desks. A week earlier, we are told we can’t take lunch unless it is at a specific time. Forget about eating if you get hungry, because you can’t leave your desk and you can’t eat at it. Starve, and do a good job. Better yet, when it’s busy, work an extra day. If it’s really slow, screw you, sit at your desk and make no money. As salesmen, we work on commission, which brings me to our next topic, customers.
Customers:
My God, how I wanted to say this so many times to the general population of customers out there: FUCK YOU! Yeah, that’s right. If you have ever called a call center, spoken to a salesmen in a store, or ever bothered anyone in your life, a waiter, attendant, paper boy…you should rot in hell. So many times I dealt with someone who had no intention of buying, and acted like I owed it to them to do their bidding. “The customer is always right” bullshit has got to stop. Let me give you people a nice piece of information, if you have ever done the following, you’re regarded as an idiot: Asked a representative a question twice, asked a question twice in a different way, asked for a break on price, acted like you knew how the system worked, acted like you could make no mistakes, asked for a price-match (more on those later), referred yourself as a good customer, answered any questions no one asked, put a rep. on hold for more than 1 minute, asked questions that you really aren’t listening to answers about, pretended you were going to buy to get more help, called to complain about a representative that really didn’t do anything wrong, asked for a better price and were not even going to buy, …you know I could go on forever.
As far as the price matching or price breaks go, when you work on commission, if you discount anything, it’s money out of your pocket. All you people who have wanted your “fair price” are cheats. You should have bad karma, and if anything bad happened to you around the time you did that and you asked God why…now you know why. The worst part about being a salesman at this place was that you couldn’t even tell customers you’re on commission. If someone calls up and is wasting your time, you can’t even get rid of them. You people (some of you) are maggots and should be stomped out of existence accordingly. I hope you know who you are and maybe knock it off starting right now.
Management:
These fucking guys … what a joke. They have secured a half-way decent job and cover their asses by looking to pick you off at the first sign of slipping on anything. Their job was to threaten you and keep you scared. You’d pretty much discover that they were all bipolar or schizophrenic. You never knew which of the manager’s personalities you were going to speak to. Each month, we were rated based on a number of categories…like a million of them. If your numbers slipped on one of them, it was a huge deal. We would actually receive write-ups (you know, like in High School) about these “slips.” Being that we get numerous calls of all sorts, you would think one would accept that this isn’t a science, and can’t be treated as such. They would play number games, generating percentages and holding it against you, of course if you made a mistake once, they didn’t weigh percentages then, they chewed you out. If you didn’t perform to their standards, which were completely subjective on a person to person basis, you would be threatened with being pushed down to a lower shift, suspensions, even terminations…yes, you could be fired for not selling enough warranties. Think about that next time you buy a TV or something and you’re offered a warranty. If you can afford it, just fucking buy it. You haven’t the slightest idea how hard you’re making a salesman’s life. This is why salesman try so hard to get you to buy shit that you usually don’t want. If they don’t move enough merchandise, they find themselves leaving a dirty warehouse in the middle of nowhere at 9 PM on a Sunday night every week. Ultimately if they didn’t like you, usually they couldn’t fire you unless you committed some outlandish behavior. They would just make your life hell until you quit.
My Co-workers:
You bond with your mates very fast because you all feel like a team being treated like garbage. A few salesmen will stab you in the back, but for the most part everyone sympathizes with you. You’re one of the gang. The first time you get written-up, usually the gang will greet you with smiles and refer to your cherry-popping. People there are over-worked and under-appreciated. The people that are there for a long time are taken for granted. Many people there are just stuck there, and the company knows this, so they push you and threaten you and constantly make you feel like you’re nothing without them and they are doing you a huge favor by forcing you to come in 6 days a week, 9 hours a day. You would think that management would feel some pity, never. They all cower and the beckon call of the mighty owner, making a zillion times more money than the rest of the staff combined. As time goes on, benefits disappear. Insurance plans get worse, match 401K out the window because the company “isn’t doing so well,” and then you have to listen to the owners spew out that they’re having the greatest year ever!
I really could rant about this forever, but I’ll stop here and spare you all. The bottom line about a place like this is pretty basic: After a while, you look around and realize there is no room for growth. My life was frozen virtually while I was there. I progressed zero in all that time. I found myself 3 years older and just angrier. Maybe work universally sucks, most people will agree, but work can suck Monday through Friday 9-5, not 9 hours on weekends, nights, and holidays, thank you.







reports from trusted sources that say something like, George Washington yelled something out to the British survivors when they were on their battered boat headed home, something like, “Piss off, Fuckers!” I think he flipped them the bird too. So it was around this time that a buncha our forefathers got together and decided that we were gonna be our own country now. The United States of America was born. We made an Independence Declaration, but since this was the 18th century people used to say everything backwards to sound smart, it was called “The Declaration of Independence.” Grouped together with the Rights Bill (again, reversed so “Bill of Rights”) and some other stuff, we now had what was called “The Constitution.” Luckily it was only one word, so no backwards nonsense. Anyhoo, Laws were passed, many simple, but timeless, designed with great ideas of what was to come in the future. What was it that made America different? It was that the PEOPLE would run the country. At the time, this was like … what podcasting is today. The comparison simply meaning it was relatively new and while it had some traction, it was still a new way of doing things.
get away with it. They decided to make their own laws, ideals, money, and my favorite, made their own stupid flag. It was such a rip off of the originial and that is just in such bad taste. [scoffs] So the smart, handsome, sophisticated heroes of the North paid them a visit and basically
wiped the floor with them, banged all their women, pissed on their flag and headed back home. Again, just a rumor I heard, but I have it on good word that Abe Lincoln would try to be proper and just snap, saying things like, “Well I want America to get along, but the south is just like a retarded brother to the north and they’re just a bunch of dumb hillbilly southern yucks.” You gotta love that man. He had balls. So even though the war was over and the North had clearly won…the south began doing things their own way. What this means is…the wrong way. They started all making outlandish claims, like that they won. Sometimes claiming that the war wasn’t over…they also spent a lot of time in church, perfecting their goofy accents and all talking about how sinful and bad premarital sex was…all the while having a lot of premarital sex. They have some weird Barbecue fetish too. Fucking wackos. I think it’s every southerner’s dream to lick BBQ sauce off of Jesus’s penis or something…while being sodomized and plotting to lie about it. Enough about them though, this is about America.
takes time to learn anything anymore! You see a name on the ballad, you choose one … if you’re even gonna vote, which plenty of people for the most part don’t for some strange reason. What do we have to show for it now? A nation which I personally once pledged to every day, making note of key terms like, “indivisible” and “liberty” now torn apart. One good way to judge how a country is doing is simply to look at the spectrum of money. If the rich are getting richer and the poor are getting poorer, something has gone terribly wrong. Well I’d say something HAS gone terribly wrong. Fatcat owners of huge companies, be them retail, record companies, motion pictures…and especially monopolistic companies like phone companies are nearly royalty themselves. The government once for the people, who would never stand for this kind of corruption and bastardization of the free world, is gone now and replaced by the elite royalty of which we are now under the rule of. Rather than help those in need, they collect money from everyone…collect YOUR money and spend it on…regulating radio to make sure shock jocks don’t say words like “fart” or tap Internet traffic to see what kind of google searches you and I do. I’m not sure how it has come this far, but it has. The powers that be have become too strong and the majority of their time in power is to figure out how to keep themselves in power and you beneath them. It has been this way for a while, but it wasn’t as publicly flaunted with prior kings of America. What makes Bush an amazing president, yes amazing, is that he is such a fucking buffoon, that he can’t even keep any of this stuff hidden from us. He’s almost flaunting it right before our very eyes, that this is how the government is, whether we [the people] like it or not…and SOMEHOW got re-elected…well again, I forgot I can chalk that up to the BBQ Jesus south.
counter-productive when more time can be spent on the solution. What is the solution? Well sadly, no one has a clear cut solution or…let’s face it, it’d be done with. However, why don’t we learn from what’s been stated above. Let’s maybe try and unify what our goals are. How about becoming more educated in politics. Learn a thing or two, don’t just wander in to the booth and throw away a vote. Being a politician is a cushy job with a lot of perks. Dick Chaney is basically a robot…and he shot someone for no reason. In the movie Robocop, Robocop tries to arrest the chief of the Detroit Police and within like seconds, he’s being shot at from every direction with orders [promptly followed] to have him destroyed. Dick Chaney though…shoots someone and no one gives a hoot. Getting to the point, being a politician is like royalty…and if politicians actually were under pressure to be applicable at their jobs…knowing if their weren’t that they’d be out on their ass, they might actually perform to some level above sub-standard. Fuck man, we live in a country where you can work a full time job and come away with like…less than 300 dollars a week and right of the bat the same government keeping you making this little amount of money takes almost a third of it?? Well this is fine by the people keeping things this way… while they’re eating their lobster dinners and smoking fine Cuban cigars…which you and me can’t buy because that’s illegal and only the rich and powerful are above the law. Please everyone, especially those of you who say things like you’re not that political or “I don’t follow politics…” …fucking follow politics! Shit if you had to hire someone to fucking garden you would at least meet them and evaluate them a little. You’re gonna tell me anyone could just waltz the fuck in to rule the country and you “don’t follow politics.” Fuck you! You don’t have to know the guy’s stance on everything, just watch one debate, read one newspaper. You know how when you write papers for just about anything, school/work at least, you tend to try and optimize the spelling and grammar? Well tell me how someone who shows what an ignorant douche bag he is like Bush can king of America when the fucking guy can’t spit out a complete sentence.
On a personal note, I am sorry to have put any readers who know me as being a little more lax and fun-loving through this read, but I have had so much pent up aggression and rage with this…I finally had enough. Anyone who knows me knows that I have always been a bleeding-heart patriot. I’ve always loved America and always was proud to be an American. I’m the guy that owns a billion different varieties of USA bandannas, shirts, and other attire. I’m the guy who gets a hard-on on July 4th. I’m the kinda guy that memorized all the songs this country has dedicated to it. I’m the fucking guy who wears red, while and blue feather boas on American holidays and isn’t embarrassed to be patriotic. A snap-assessment now would be to turn my back on this country and say I’m no longer and patriot or I’m anti-American. However, it dawns on me that this isn’t the case…I’m a REAL American! I didn’t turn my back on this country, nor did it turn it’s back on me. We let a few people with sticks up their asses ruin it for all of us and I know I’m not alone as a real American, patriotic or not, you’re out there. If you ever couldn’t pay a bill or had to eat fruit and cold-cuts for a week, washing it down with nothing but water just to get by because your fucking rich fat cat boss decided that bringing home 200 dollars a week is more than enough for any average person … then you’re a real American too! It’s long about time we take back our country and get things back how they were supposed to be…some sort of semblance of how our forefathers planned things out. Oh, and if you’re from the south…take note that just about every culture’s silly myths and superstitions are long since dead…Jesus turning potatoes into French fries or whatever the fuck he did that made him so popular is just another myth and you people have to learn that when guy can’t say big words like “nuclear” and is a burned out coke-head, he shouldn’t be president because he likes Jesus so much. You’re better off electing a guy whose really into spiders or something, at least spiders are real and accounted for. Thank you.