So, I got fired

Have you ever HATED your job? Have you ever been fired? 

Welp, I just got fired from a job I hated; on my first day. . . at lunch break. 

This one is a record breaker! How could I even be mad?! This is amazing, the universe knew that I hated that crap and took care of it for me.  My third day in Queenstown I got called in to do a trial shift of 4 hours (very normal thing to do in NZ) and after applying a ton of places I was so excited.  I was panicked about money and knew I wouldn't feel any better till I had made a few bucks.  So, I walked in all bright eyed and ready for action. Well, as bright as I could still be while nursing an ongoing two day hangover.  I should have known when I first set eyes on the place to run away.  But, no greed had gotten the best of me and the job sounded easy. So, I pushed aside the bean bag chair that was holding open the door, said hello to the dog and walked into a madhouse. There was kids everywhere in dirty chairs at dirty desks eating crap food and drinking soda. Half of me was so grossed out and the other half of me was wondering if they gave away the soda for free.  Still very disoriented I sat down on a sticky red pleather couch and hoped that this place wasn't just a front for a porno businesses.  I was the only girl in a group of 7 and half of the boys were wearing sweatpants. Things only got better, we got called into an office where a man talked at us for 45min and then told us to start to try calling people.  We were sent to a dirty computer with a script and were told to put on head phones.  These head phones were so gross, the other people who had been using them looked like homeless traveling carnies and yet I still stayed.  I used my strikingly bubbly personality to knock my sales out of the park.  I had this, I could do this, for $15ph I could chat with people on the phone and sell something that had to do with mortgages.

 They asked me to come back the next day and I agreed.

I woke up the next morning very sick, I had come down with strep throat and could barely move.  It was from those headphones! I know it! My system was already low due to the hangover and then I walked into that cesspool and BAM strep throat.  So what did I do? I went back into that place to try and grind out my first days work.  And what happened you ask? Well, I think that we all know. I could hardly talk, smile, or move.  I didn't sell a darn things and the managers kept telling me to perk up.  I tried, I really did but, there was no way in hell I could turn things around.  So, at lunch break I got called into the office. 

"Am I fired?" was the first things I said 

"yes sorry" was all that he could say.

He was really put off by my laughter, smiles and repeated thank you's, even more put off when I asked if they had any gift cards to the bars laying around that I could have. He was in such shock that he gave me a $30 voucher to the bar.  Pressing my luck I asked for another, of course that didn't happen and I laughed my way home.  Walking out of that dump felt amazing, did I mention they didn't have toilette paper?! Or that there was no soap to wash your hands and the sink was full of dirty dishes? Did I tell you that half the people were barefoot and wearing sweatpants? 

Fate had stepped in that day in a major way, In total I spent 6 hours there before I was fired and it was a terrifying 6 hours at that. 

Sometimes getting fired on your first day can be a good thing. 

Later I took that voucher and bought many many drink for myself and my buddy Danielle. Not sure It was worth it but it did lead to a great night out and a good story for later.