With
very little motivation, desire or will, I grabbed a newspaper and started to
look for possible sales job offers.
I had no option to work in my natural field, the Internet, since the ruling
trend after the bubble
had burst, was to fire Internet company employees and
not to hire new ones.
That situation left me with one excruciating option: getting a ”regular” sales
job.
All the wanted ads looked equally horrendous and none of them seemed
appealing.
But since I had to find a new job, I sent my resume to the Yellow Pages
company.
They looked for sales people who would sell advertising space on their print
directories.
The interview there went very well; I got accepted pretty quickly and started
to work immediately.
Since this was a new unfamiliar environment for me, I worked very hard and
invested a lot of effort during the first months.
But after a while, since it wasn't my real passion, I got bored again and
completely lost the will to go to work.
Waking up in the mornings became like torture for me.
Every morning, when the alarm clock started to go off, I pressed the snooze
button, trying to steal ten extra precious minutes of sleep and then ten
minutes more – almost in an endless cycle.
Getting out of my bed became like my private World War III, every morning, day
after day.
Because of that, I was late for a lot of meetings with clients and sometimes
even totally missed them – but honestly? I didn't care.
I felt that I was working at a meaningless job that I hated and despised.
Nobody there appreciated me, my skills, my talents, my ideas, my dreams or my
personality; but I can't say that it was a one way street.
I also didn't appreciate my workplace and couldn't care less about its
financial success, its growth, future or if it would be totally destroyed in
an earthquake and turn into a pile of rubble.
Actually, I kind of enjoyed playing with that last idea.
I was so sick of what I was doing, but I still went to work every day, like a
zombie, a living corpse, feeling drained, exhausted and lifeless.
Yes, I was a miserable slave, a prisoner who was dreaming about a day, when
someone would free him from his ball and chain.
That day arrived when I had a casual talk with one of my clients.
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