Kind of a #tbt
My first job was at CareerBuilder. I cold called businesses in Dallas, TX to get them to place help wanted ads in the Fort Worth Star Telegram (among other products). I made 125+ calls a day to Dallas and the surrounding area, hoping to set 10 appointments and run 5 appointments a day. My life was measured by ‘talk time.’ Four times a day an email would go out. How many calls have I made? How long was I on the phone?
My desk (if you can call it that), was big enough for one of those old desktop monitors, no flat screen for me. If I put my arms out wide, I could touch the people sitting next to me. I was paid a base salary of $25,000 a year plus commission. I did ok eventually but the first few months I didn’t make more than $1500 a month.
That was enough for rent ($800 a month for a 1 bedroom, basement apartment), a train pass, ($90) what passed for food back then and a couple beers on a Friday night. Not much more. Sometimes less. Sometimes a lot less. I remember a couple days only eating what snacks CB left out. More than a couple times my power was shut off. Gas too once. That was fun. Sometimes I could barely afford the $3.00 for laundry. I remember calling in sick one time because I didn’t have clean underwear. Yeah, that actually happened.
Despite all that, it was probably some of the best years of my life. I learned more about myself than I ever could have.
And the job, which paid literally nothing, led me to where I am today. I came to Dallas for a few meetings, and not even 3 hours ago, I left the headquarters of Dr. Pepper Snapple Group where the SVP of Global Brand Advertising listened intently while I gave my pitch. He stayed longer than he should have. He shook my hand, asked me to fly down so he could introduce me to his boss.
I was also at Pizza Hut’s headquarters. Last week I was at Kraft. Last quarter one of my most successful. Ever.
My apartment is no longer in a basement. I no longer am overdrawn come payday. My wife and I go on international vacations.
All that isn’t my way of bragging or saying how good I am. I don’t think I’m that good. I’m not that smartest, or the most creative guy in this industry.
But I do believe I work the hardest. Each and every day I give 110% to what I do. And if it sounds cliched, I don’t care.
We become what we continually think about. Each person has the ability to affect their own future. But you have to ask yourself, are you willing to work for it? Are you willing to really commit yourself?
Every time I feel burnt out, that I feel like I can’t do this anymore, I remember those days where I couldn’t afford a can of beans. And I ask myself, what would I rather do… The work required… Or go back to those days? I remember that even when you’re living your dream you have to wake up every once on awhile.
If you’re in your own personal CareerBuilder, your own personal basement one bedroom, maybe you can’t see the next step. Your next step could be a year from now, or it could be tomorrow. The only thing I can tell you is that the harder you work, the faster it will come. And I wish that day for you.
After over 850,000 votes of the most twisted and evil villains in videogame history, you - THE VOTER (aka NOT THE WRITER OF THIS ARTICLE) - have decided the top 20 virtual bad guys ever. Don’t agree with the results (which, again, are not the choices of me, the guy writing this)? Sound off below about why YOUR favorite evil clown was unfairly ranked!
Dallas peeps have great taste in autos, I’ll give them that.
New code word for anything and everything: Tier 15
I feel like I’ve been waiting for this gif set my entire life.
It’s no longer frick frack
I wish you all were with me today so we could take bets on how many times we could say Tier 15 in conversation.
Running off today’s caffeine intake at the hotel gym