Monday, June 06, 2005
The White Shoe Brigade!
Well, it was only a matter of time before I was going to change jobs. I wasn't really planning the move for a couple of years, but my employers clearly had other ideas. We are running out of stock and switching from two sales offices to one - as a result someone has to go. Being the junior member of the sales team, 'someone' is me.
What now for our brave and intrepid hero? A job in general real estate, apparently. I have secured employment with an agency in Broadbeach and will be kicking off there on the fourth of July. I should be finishing up here in a week or so, which gives me a couple of weeks to relax and get things in order.
I must admit, that everything is suprisingly amicable, given just how pissed off I have the right to be - I just don't see the point in burning bridges. At least, not until I stand to benefit from it. Despite the fact that I returned from Japan for my current job, and despite the assurances of a nice, high earning potential and some good job security I have been given the old, ugly axe.
Not to worry, I will be able to earn more in my new position (and with luck will be able to get a few hefty commissions off my current employer).
A lot of people, upon hearing that I am going into general real estate have asked "Is that what you want to do?" To be honest, I have no idea - I haven't worked in this field long enough to know whether or not I hate it. In the meantime, the money should be enough to keep me happy and provide me with what I need and want. I can't really see myself being a real estate agent ten years down the track, but we shall see.
What now for our brave and intrepid hero? A job in general real estate, apparently. I have secured employment with an agency in Broadbeach and will be kicking off there on the fourth of July. I should be finishing up here in a week or so, which gives me a couple of weeks to relax and get things in order.
I must admit, that everything is suprisingly amicable, given just how pissed off I have the right to be - I just don't see the point in burning bridges. At least, not until I stand to benefit from it. Despite the fact that I returned from Japan for my current job, and despite the assurances of a nice, high earning potential and some good job security I have been given the old, ugly axe.
Not to worry, I will be able to earn more in my new position (and with luck will be able to get a few hefty commissions off my current employer).
A lot of people, upon hearing that I am going into general real estate have asked "Is that what you want to do?" To be honest, I have no idea - I haven't worked in this field long enough to know whether or not I hate it. In the meantime, the money should be enough to keep me happy and provide me with what I need and want. I can't really see myself being a real estate agent ten years down the track, but we shall see.
Return of the Prodigal SAAB!
It's been a while since I have posted anything on here, and I actually have a bit of 'news' and a couple of things to rant on and on about, so here goes nothing:
I have my car back. At last. A big shoutout to Glenn and all the guys at Euro Tune in Miami - you did a bang-up job. A lesser and derisory shoutout to whomever it was at TNT Couriers that decided to send the WRONG spare parts to BRISBANE and keep me from my car for an extra week. I hope you get hives. On your buttocks.
Everything is running sweetly and smoothly, without looking at the speedometer I can barely tell the difference between travelling at 90 kph or 130 kph. This will get me into trouble one day, but until then I shall rejoice. It finally feels like I have a new car, and that feels good.
SAAB POWAH!!
I'll be back to rant a little more later.
I have my car back. At last. A big shoutout to Glenn and all the guys at Euro Tune in Miami - you did a bang-up job. A lesser and derisory shoutout to whomever it was at TNT Couriers that decided to send the WRONG spare parts to BRISBANE and keep me from my car for an extra week. I hope you get hives. On your buttocks.
Everything is running sweetly and smoothly, without looking at the speedometer I can barely tell the difference between travelling at 90 kph or 130 kph. This will get me into trouble one day, but until then I shall rejoice. It finally feels like I have a new car, and that feels good.
SAAB POWAH!!
I'll be back to rant a little more later.
