Day 13

I went to work with the notion of properly going for it, i wanted to prove to myself i can do this job and emulate the suisse bank account owner.
I also wanted to earn enough money not to have to work for a year or to pay a mortgage and not rent.

We all walked to work like we do everyday unless we're late. Each day i walk to work im reminded why i love this place since even in rain everything is beautiful.

When i got into work its the same old same old, i hated every minute of being on the phones, but i loved the atmosphere and the people around me were a laugh. As the day went on if i wasn't already stressed and pissed off at lying to people enough to get me to leave then the next events would:

1. Everyone got their months results, and a guy who's been there for 5 months still is only on 2 clients at £1.500 worth of shares each so hes getting maybe £600 take home when he should be on at least £7000 by now

2.Out of the 6 clients a colleague got through the moth 3 of them bailed leaving with an extreme amount of hope crushed.

3.The boss called us all into the office about the fighting incident but did absolutely nothing so from then i knew the carnage would continue.



When i got back home, i really wanted to go out so me and my house mate got really stupidly drunk and went round to our local "Skema" which is a Spanish bar. When we got there some how as drunk as i was, i was able to speak to the locals, it was mint!!

I then proceeded to tell my flat mate that im not going to work tomorrow.

The response was as expected, he switched into salesman mode and tried everything to change my mind but i wasn't having it and finally convinced him.