I would like to stab myself and fade into the dingy blue carpet when I see my numbers, especially next to my sales managers’. My colleagues have asked if the sector was that bad.
I hate this shite. I love my job, almost 100%, but I hate this shite. It is enough to make me want to quit because no sales = no pay, no pay = no money, no money = no food.
You have no idea how shitty this all is and how crap I feel.
And the ever edging stress contradicted by the increasing draining of motivation… that’s a very peculiar and interesting feeling.
Yea, all my fault. Perhaps I am fooling myself. I’m not meant for a job like this.
Argh.
