Everyday after work, I sit on my bed and think about how much I hate my job. I take inventories of retail stores, and the amount of work I do does not reflect how much I get paid. Being twice as productive as the next best person, I get paid the exact same amount as them. It's kind of a data entry job, and I currently type 120 WPM and key on a 10-key pad over 15,000 KPH (including symbols), and I've always felt that I could find a better job somewhere using these skills.
I've a bunch of friends in the data entry industry who always say, "I'll put in a good word for you," or, "I'll let you know when to apply." I'm sure you know what I mean. A person can only wait so long before they start to venture out on their own, looking for work, hoping that one job they're perfect for will magically appear where they're looking and be available to them. That's not the case. Every data entry job I found required either a degree of some sort, or certifications -- which I've neither of.
So anyway, four days ago, completely unexpectedly, one of my, "I'll let you know when to apply," friends -- actually let me know to apply! The next day, some lady named Roberta calls and starts asking me questions about why I'm qualified, and I honestly don't know wtf I'm talking about other than, "Uhmmmm, I key fast. Isn't that what this is about?" And she goes into why I think I deserve this job and in my mind, things are just sinking fast. Twenty minutes and about fifty "I don't knows" later, she says something that completely blows my mind. "Can you come in for an interview tomorrow?"
I go in for the interview, and it's not even a real interview. The supervisor is basically showing me the ropes and just asks me when I can start... ... ... I'm still in shock and don't really know what else to say..
It's not about what you know, it's about who you know. That really is the unfortunate truth of the world. And I all of a sudden have a great appreciation for the people I know. :)
