Journey

Journey


What in the hell am I doing?

Whenever you are on the outside of something, you will always have a misconception of what it is. When you’re little you think your mummy and daddy know all there is in the entire world, and that one day you will too. Then you grow up and realise you will never actually grow up… You learn that ‘being an adult’ just means being a bigger child with more responsibilities. I’ve always been a person who believed that if you expect something or someone to be a certain way, you’ll be prepared for anything, however, it’s never the case and you end up panicking in turbulent confusion when you witness a random drunk person shit in the middle of an underground station. Like I said - just a bigger child.
In my eyes, sales was simply the pesky arsehole who would stop at nothing to get your money, even if it means invading you your home. Customer success, on the other hand, was just there to make sure customers don’t slag them off on social media and give you free things just because it was their job. Now that I’m becoming not just one, but both of these people, I’m beginning to understand there’s a lot more to it. I don’t want to mislead you, I’ve actually had a sales assistant position before but it was in a large corporation where whatever I did didn’t really impact the company, and if it did, I would never know. Now that I’m in the position to make major changes in a company(which is fucking terrifying), I have to juggle a couple of roles. This is going to be interesting...


First day

I’ve only ever had two first days at a job before this, and all I know is that I was filled with a conglomeration of anxiety and enthusiasm. Questions fly around trapped in a mini hurricane in your mind, but you know if you asked most of them you’d probably end up looking like the naive little kid you know yourself to be. I’ve recently heard someone say ‘You never grow up, you just get older.’ I had obviously heard it before, but I never really understood it until now. My last days of upper school I can barely remember now, looking at myself then I think ‘Damn I was so young.. and what the fuck was I wearing??’ But then I look back at being a little year 9, straining my neck as I walk past the towering sixth formers. Adults, they must be so mature.
And here I am at the age of almost 23 and now I realise that the people I’m going to work with aren’t grown up, they’ve just existed longer than me, they know more than me, but no one ever knows what they’re truly doing. If they do, they’re living a repetitive life, in a mundane job where they’ve given up challenging themselves.