It’s better to hate your job than to like it a little bit.
I used to harass people for a living.
I would put my hand up as if to stop the happy shopper at Sam’s Club.
“Sir! Who is your cable provider?”
When they mentioned anyone other than DirecTV, I said, “Come here, let me show you something.” Then, without looking back to see if they were following me, I about-faced and walked straight to my booth. They always followed because they felt obligated.
I was the worst salesperson who ever worked for that company, I’m sure.
I said all the right things and made all the right gestures, but my heart wasn’t in it.
Why? Because I would never buy DirecTV. I’m a Netflix guy. Why spend $100 on TV when you can pay $15. The math is pretty simple.
I despised my job because I didn’t believe in what I was selling.
One week, after selling nothing four days in a row, my boss, who really liked me and fought for me, called me into his office and said, “If I don’t fire you, my boss is going to fire both of us.”
A weight fell off my back that day. I walked out a little nervous about finding another job but relieved about never having to harass anyone…
