Owning Your Own Ship – OYOS 3 Part Play 1/3

We Go Again,

What would you do if you could do anything? This is quite literally the question I asked myself when I cauterized the hemorrhage – Dropped out of uni – My Mindset for what I could achieve was at an all time high, I had just finished my last assignment, became an early periscope influence and became a top t-shirt salesman in my town to small businesses. Utilizing skills I developed on my own I felt invigorated to do it again and again and again.

The first part of getting a job. Get a job, and what’s the best job. Yourself! Wise words from a phenomenal mentor. I will write another blog about how I became “Not so Typical.” I was able to really bolster myself even in the face of massive losses and adversity. This is the story of me getting a Job called “Owning my Own Ship.”All because I did not feel like waiting.

Let me set the scene, I was in such a great place mentally after selling the way I did giving items to customers I saw myself doing this Long term. No matter what I will always want to deliver phenomenal products to a client, no matter how much blood sweat and tears it takes – I promised it I can’t be in the place to make excuses you deserve a great product – And namely I do not lie cheat or steal from anyone, this did not hold well at all in some cases.

This However is the story of how I “won” at a Car company. One I have been to a couple of other times as a customer, laughable now I know just as a preface. That year I came there maybe twice (Not so important). What is though is me telling my parents I will not be completing my course. They threw one hell of a conniption, to say the least, they are no excuses type of people. I didn’t want to move back home and I had roots in my city. In my mind I was not going anywhere, this was my problem my business partner had left uni for home. So I was out of work and soon out of money and poverty& homelessness did not smell well. I was somewhat desperate but I was as confident as I could be.

As the guy that was always spouting “nonsense” about never giving up and following your dreams as a 20SMTHNG on periscope I put my money where my mouth was, bet. My job was me. I was going to work it. I put on my best dressed, looked up my companies and put myself out there.

Strutting into BMW with my chest out my feathers primed I was ready to get a job. walk into the “Gatekeepers”

Me:
I heard you have jobs for a used car salesman can I speak to… Please

Let’s call him Richard as the shorthand for Richard is Dick

Gatekeeper:
They aren’t here you can call this number and come back with an appointment

I laughed in my head because I could tell she was lying, even though this is Not a Typical thing, and it was so on brand. I was still shaking in my wingtips. Regardless, what I did I still regard as one of the coolest things I’ve done till this day.

I called her bluff and called the number. Yep as I was walking out I swiftly called the number and as she picked up I turned around and said. ‘Oh is this Richards office’ and looked her dead in the eyes, She was stumped and I was told to take a seat at the back, the other gatekeeper got me a coffee and that was that for 5 minutes.

Not taking no for an answer and beating down doors I got routed and re-routed, my tenacity was at an all time high and my self-effacing nature took no prisoners. Well done me, I found him. Knocking down the door I went in blind and assessed nothing. I looked him dead in the eyes stayed at the door and said bluntly

Me:
I’m here for a job

Richard:
drop me a CV like everyone else

A few more words were exchanged and I looked him in the face and knew he wasn’t ready for the type of energy I would bring to the table at the time. I fell flat on my face.  The day had just begun, I felt the sub was a take for me to understand the flow and pacing of what needed to be said I couldn’t stop someone from feeling a certain type of way about me and I was once told I am steadfast and self-affirming to let most things get in my way… With this in mind, I knew it was just the beginning of the day and that car dealership was not my only stop. On to the next one, even more, Zealous than before. Time to change the tempo and feed off the  momentum of the day

Whatever Moves Your Dial

Damilare. Not Your Typical

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