I did Sales for Wayfair, before they were Wayfair, and for a short while after the rebrand.
Sales made me feel so fucking greasy. The tactics they would ask us to employ didn’t help.
Drank like crazy. Many folks there in their early 20s like me back then. Big drinking culture. Hell, it fostered my lifestyle. I was hungover 7 days a week. During lunch, I used to lock the bathroom door and go to sleep on the floor. Not a bad company, just an awful atmosphere for me personally.
December 1, 2011: I was fired. I remember the date because it was the best thing to ever happen to me. It gave me time to save myself.
EDIT: oh, I also got shares of the company in the early days. Guess what paid for the down payment on my house…
Gotta get in on this. College, 1994 worked in a horse “processing” facility for 3 hours. Showed up at 8 am was shown the “aftermath” which I was charged with cleaning. Vomited. Left for lunch and never went back
Last weekend from a gruff old scary guy after a meeting: “don’t let your anxiety about the holidays become a self fulfilling prophecy that you turn into an excuse to drink.”
Deep breaths. And yes, kill ‘em with kindness is my motto. Unless it’s something that’s against my values (like racist, sexist, biased BS) then I let them have it.
Previously, very badly.
Presently, I am trying over the top compassion, kindness and interest in them. Trying to channel the St Francis Prayer to counteract my previous bad attitude.