People, I've got a new job. Yeah, lots of you didn't even know that I was looking for it, but - I don't know why, maybe for some sort of supertitious fear, I didn't want to talk much about it. Actually, this year I already worked for three different societies (no, I was not fired three times, it's just that my employment contracts were fixed-term ones), being a secretary, a tax consultant, and a waitress; now, it's time for me to try a new field. Drums roll... I'm an insurance agent. Are you scared? ... I am.
First of all, just to make me feel comfortable, they told me I am supposed (read: forced) to ask (read: beg) all my relatives and friends to.... Er, take into consideration the idea of insuring themselves with my agency. Secondarily, I've been warned that I will work on commission: that is a nice way to say 'no contracts signed, no money'. That makes me fear that I will be soon pennyless - and, in addition to that, my friends will hate me because I've stressed them out. What's more, I will drive around the whole province with my poor, clapped out car, that's going west [my poor, loyal friend - don't leave me yet!]. And I hate driving. Just for the record.
Above all, I am really afraid that it will end up being a door-to-door kind of job, the one that will get people look at your faltering smile, document wallet and dark suit and, even before you can say "Hello", will shout: "Get off my property, you swindler!"
So, why am I committing myself to do that...? Well, because there's nothing else, primarily.
At least, I can go around all dressed up.
PS: we're not con men, for the record. Our products are quite good. By the way... Any of you is interested in joining a supplementary welfare fund?
21-year-old, Italian 1940s-1950s style fan. Love reading, which I do plenty of, writing (I'm the proud author of a silly comic short story called "1953") sewing (not as well as I would like to) painting and cooking.
Some years ago I discovered the sparkling world of vintage: and to my pleasure I found out that, apart from the fact I adore rètro dresses and accessories (I root them out from second-hand markets), they suits me more than every other style. Something to do with my kind of face, they say.