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car accident, cuss, humor, jobs, life, pain medication, personal, teen, telemarketing company, working
Late August 2004 I was in a major car accident (as many of you already know), one that affected my brain so much I had to drop out of school for a semester as I could not retain any information. I also couldn’t connect words with objects correctly. Example: I looked at a photo of a Puma, but I said Tiger. I knew it was a Puma, and yet Tiger came out from nowhere and I sat in the wake of that word trying to process whether or not it was correct, but only because of the look given to me by the individuals I was with.
To say that I was not in the right state of mind was an understatement, but being home after having broken away was horrible. My Dad was pretty unkind too. My now stalker “friend” came over to my house, we had known one another in high school, my Dad shook his hand and asked him about college.
“Yes sir I am still attending school.” Brian smiled.
“Good for you.” My Dad said clapping him on the back “Glad to see someone didn’t give up!”
Give up I am mentally handicapped Dad. I just ate it, as I did anytime he made nasty back handed comments to me.
My parents made it pretty clear they wanted me out of the house, and honestly I wanted to be out, so I went in pursuit of a job.
I landed a position at Best Buy; I had to take a drug test but I didn’t disclose that I was on killer pain medication for the accident and I was never called to come in. Yeah that might be one of the worst things to have in your system and not disclose as that can be a major addiction.
So I set out again; I was told that a telemarketing company was hiring and I firmly believe that telemarketers suck, but I couldn’t be picky. I was dressed to the nines, ready for any question thrown at me. As I walked toward the building a guy looked at me, you know the look… up – down – sideways and I was not having it. He smiled and asked what I was doing.
“Applying for a job.” I said a little heatedly.
He smirked “When you go in there, tell them you want to be on Jeff’s team.”
I looked at him like a major bitch and said “Who the fuck is Jeff?”
“I am.” He said shocked, but not so much so that I didn’t get the job. Somewhere in the back of my mind I decided that I didn’t want to work for a place that allowed me to talk so ridiculously to a manager, and for months on end they called me to see when I would be starting. Maybe you shouldn’t be careful who you cuss at after all…. I KNOW HOW TO INCREASE THE LIKELIHOOD OF BEING HIRED! Just cuss them out a little bit.
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