The journey of an aspiring fighter: A new chapter #2
Over the weekend I wrote a blog about how much I hated the temp office job I had taken last week. There were many different factors contributing to my discomfort; it was a sales office, use your imagination. However I deleted the previous blog as I don’t think I put the point across that I had meant to.
Although I won’t deny that I really didn’t enjoy it, I may have used some pretty harsh words. The reason for this was more to motivate myself than insult people that support and believe in me, so if this was you it was absolutely not my intention and I apologise.
We all want to be successful within our chosen field, but wanting it and actually going out there and doing it is an entirely different thing. As people go, I would say I am pretty determined, but even the most focused people get distracted sometimes.
The main point I had put across in the previous blog, was that I wanted to use the hatred of office work (I’ll explain a little further about this shortly) to fuel my fire and determination to succeed. I said to myself, “If I don’t make it in MMA, I will have to sit in an office for the rest of my life”.
I am sure to some people that doesn’t sound that bad, but to me it sounds like a prison sentence.
On acceptance of this job, I was told I had to re-confirm bookings already made by clients of the company. Unfortunately, in actual fact my main (and only) task was to call ‘dead’ sales leads and ask them to re-book. The people I spoke to were mainly either previous clients (usually one off for a stag party or such like) or businesses that use ‘bonding’ days for their office.
The offices I called were nice mostly nice enough to tell me that the person I needed to speak to was “on the other line” (which we all know if code for ‘piss off’). However some of the others were not so nice. I got sworn at a few times and hung up on even more times.
So this job I thought was going to be pretty chilled out was starting to fill me with dread every time someone answered the phone. Are they going to swear at me? Are they going to hang up on me?
You might ask me why I care so much. I often wonder that myself. For every single thing I do in life, I want to do it to the best of my ability. To me, getting sworn at and hung up on is not doing something to the best of my ability. To me I feel a little bit like a failure for that.
So what is my plan now? I decided if I am going to spend 40 hours a week doing the same thing, it should at least be something I like doing. This way I won’t feel quite so much like a failure. With that in mind, I have two interviews coming up for personal training jobs. Something I absolutely love, and would do every hour of every day if I had the choice.