Risks

It's about 1am,
and I'm eating cheap, instant noodles of a brand I've never even heard of.

Tastes pretty good, actually.

So it's been a while.
What made me return?

A pretty bad interview earlier today, at TripAdvisor.
Now it wasn't horrible, and people did not end up running from the building screaming from their lives.

But still pretty bad.

Started WITHOUT asking the interviewers how they were.
I never do that these days.

Yet that is exactly what I did.
And it was a harbinger of sorts, of things to come.

Didn't know what the role was about,
the sources of revenue...
mumbled about my sales techniques, barely getting to the point...
Not just sales techniques, but one or two other things as well...

I thought I was confident.
But for some reason, I  mispronounced many words...
and in some cases, was actually at a LOSS for words...

Lack of focus is one thing.
But damn, man.
It's like I lost a huge chunk of my vocabulary in that hour.

Couldn't articulate my thoughts clearly.

And what really sucks?
I would definitely have loved to have given the role a shot.

But hey, live and learn.
Sometimes you get bad days.
Identify the mistakes, and move on.

I've made mental notes
about speaking slower when I'm tired,
being more focused,
and increase my brevity.

Also, right afterwards,
it occurred to me that I seemed... over-eager.

GODDAMMIT.

So yea... I've learned and will move on.

But it still pisses me off.



So the interview.
Ah yes.
Why did I go for an interview, you ask?
You sweet, curious, innocent young cocksucking potato-cunt motherfucker, you...

I just lost my job.
That's right.
After about 2 years, just like that.

The official reason?
I didn't hit my target. That's it.


About 6 months ago, when I was on a different team,
Dharma and his cuntwhore Patrick tried to do that...
giving a list of petty, bullshit reasons, except for results because hey,
as far as the client was concerned, I was doing great...!

That's right.
They couldn't touch me on results.
To this day, I don't know the real reason why they wanted me out.
That is how fucked up it is.

Was it a power thing?
Did they just hate my face? I mean I can understand if that's the reason.
I am pretty fucking handsome.
Shut up.

So I was transferred to another team.
Now here I thought yeah, a fresh start.
BIG MISTAKE.

There was a reason why, not long after Julien took over,
about 90% of the original team left, including the Team Leader.

That spineless French cocksucking weasel.
Doesn't take responsibility unless it's for something that went well.

I should've know the day I started.
No access to any of the systems for a whole goddamn week.
No proper training.
In fact, his brilliant idea of 'training',
was to have the Sales Support Coordinator (the person who handles the data),
to present some slides.
That's it.

Oh and by the way, the SSC doesn't even do sales.

Speaking of data, what we received was fucking horrible.
And the way the opportunities were divided amongst the reps
was beyond stupid.
I could go on and on...

The new director Peter wasn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, either.
Reneged on his word to sit with me early on, to see firsthand the issues I faced;
Julien had basically jettisoned all my suggestions, that fucking moron.

So 2 weeks before the end-of-quarter,
what does this new, hotshot director do?
Asks me how I can improve my number.

If he really had any experience dealing with the Channel in Australia,
he'd know 2 weeks is NOTHING.

In fact, some partners technically end a week earlier,
and spend the final week processing orders.
You know what that means?
NO NEW ORDERS.

Fucking clueless motherfucker.

So the team didn't hit the target,
and I was about 700K off my forecast.
Now you might say hey, that's pretty bad. You're bad!

For those of you who thought that,
kindly bend over and stuff your empty heads up your assholes.

I 'lost' a few hundred thousand...
because they were closed by the other reps.
When a deal is consolidated, only the parent opportunity will display the amount.
The other opportunities are labeled as being closed for ZERO dollars.

So for the rep to whom the parent opportunity belonged,
WELL DONE YOU CLOSED SO MUCH MORE THAT EXPECTED!!!

And for the rep looking after the child opportunities,
TOO BAD, SUCKAAA!!!

Even if both of you worked on it.
So the deals weren't 'lost', but according to Julien, they were.
How the fuck that makes sense, you tell me.

He threw me under the bus to save his own ass.


Ah well.
At least I'm out of there.

But now  I've got to deal with my old friends:
Racist cunty whorish Singaporean Chinese employers.

Of course there are exceptions.
Wileen, who hired me 2 years ago was one of them.
And there are a few others.

Oh no, we are talking about the majority.
Not only are they stupid as hell, but they are fucking racist to boot.

Way to go, Singapore Education System.
Effective indeed.

It's hard sometimes even getting an interview.
Eventually I'll get a gig. I hope.

And when I do,
the plan is to take IT courses; I've narrowed it down to Cisco and Microsoft.
10-year goal is to become an IT Architect, possibly upgrading to become a Cloud Architect.

Why that?
IT Architects are in high demand, and this demand is expected only to grow for a long while...

So when I achieve it (or whatever is the equivalent at the time; gotta be flexible!),
I'm moving overseas permanently.

Man, I'll be so happy to leave this shithole.
Now the Chinese are complaining about competition from foreigners,
yet they are still blind to the fact that the local minorities have it even worse.

Oh no.
They'll whine and bitch and moan, but when given a mirror,
suddenly go into denial, with dumbass responses like 'Racist got in US also mah! BLAH BLAH BLAH'
or 'You racist too!'

Fucking idiots.



Well enough of that