Originally Posted by JGATZ  In the early stages, you brag about others' paychecks that you've never seen, are quick to answer the phones within one ring, feel priviledged to be given such an awesome business opportunity, look up to your fellow upper management team, shrug off warnings from customers about the reality of your job, believe that you will be making six figures in six years, etc. etc.
After a few months of 60 hour weeks, you begin to discover it was all farce. The opportunites and growth are not really there afterall. Upper management really doesn't make as much money as you thought or were told. The company's retention is atroscious, even though they claim it is average. Soon this begins to ensue:
You begin to lash out at significant others, friends, and family because you are so miserable from your day at work where you got to wash a dozen cars, write a dozen contracts, and listen to a dozen customers complain their cupholders were dirty before asking to be driven home.
You begin to question why you even bothered getting excellent grades, working hard, and going to college when your reward was a job in which you were nothing more than a glorified cashier, taxi driver, janitor, and peon for ignorant customers.
You eat dinner at about 7:30-8:00 every night because you had to stay after work because the body shop that gives your branch one deal a month called two minutes before closing and demanded a car for Mrs. Carter since you were technically still open.
You begin to find solace in talking to the car preps in the wash bay because it so much less stressful than being in the office. In fact, you secretly would like their job since they make almost as much as you and don't have to put up with office politics or whiny customers.
Your own car begins to get dirty because you don't feel like washing the 20th car that day, even if its yours. (Although, my car was always clean when I worked there.)
You love when you have to run a car to another office because you know you will no longer have to be answering three calls at once while the customer in front of you impatiently stares you down, while tapping their fingers lightly on the counter.
You are grateful that your parents let you move back into your old room after school because you know that you would never be able to afford to move out on your own on your $32,000/year salary (includes overtime, promotion, car sales, recruitment, etc.).
You are so motivated to find a new job that you begin asking every customer what they do, where they work, and if they are hiring.
You begin using flex time, sick days, and vacation to go on interviews hoping that your prospective employer does not invite you to take off your suit coat as it would reveal the the true condition of your white dress shirt complete with dirty wrist and pit stains from those 90 degree days in the wash bay.
After you quit, you are so happy and appreciate your new job more than you would have had you never worked for ERAC.
You feel cheated, abused, and bitter months after you left. You feel compelled to post on this site to warn all the naive college graduates not to work for this terrible company. |