- -I walk two feet in the door
- -I hear a very loud intercom system turn on
Then I hear:
"whoever just walked into my store betta get the hell outta here right now or you're leavin in a casket"
I was completely confused and rather than leave, I stood looking around to see if maybe I could get a hold of someone.
"What's your business here?!"
I looked around not sure if I should respond by talking into the ceiling(where the intercom box was), or find where the person was located and actually talk to him.
I moved a little further into the store and he repeated himself...
"WHAT ARE YOU DOIN IN MY STORE, YOU DIDNT SEE THE SIGN!"
So I yelled into the ceiling (scared that he would take some kind of violent action)
"Im here to help you improve sales," I nervously mumbled...
out of nowhere...literally couldn't tell where he came from...I felt a hand grab my by the collar and drag me out the door like a helpless ragdoll, my feet dragging on the floor.... I dropped my folder and pen and my shoe fell off, but it rolled out the door thankfully or I think he would've kept it... I felt completely pathetic, dehumanized. I didn't even bother to fight it. I let him drag me out because I just felt worthless..
I left the house so confident..ready to finally make something of myself.. and here I am being dragged away by a short, fat guy who closely resembled Danny Devito.
then he mumbled "sales my ass! you cant respect my godam business! I'll show you a sale!"
and slammed the door shut.
I waited by the building for about 15 min to get picked up..and a woman came out the building and said to me "get a job kid. or do ya want me to call my husband back out hea"
I saw her throw something in the big trash bin and I had a good feeling it was my folder and pen.. sure enough, I went to check and she had threw my belongings in the trash.
at this point you can imagine I felt like complete SH*T. I grabbed my stuff and walked a few blocks down to get away from the area. I honestly felt those people had it in for me..without even knowing my intentions.
So, finally, my ride is late and I see a big black cadillac pulling up and slows down when it gets near me. The windows come down and it's the store owner.. He brings the window down and doesn't say a word for about 5 seconds.. then suddenly he honks the horn (it was VERY loud), I jump in fear and he starts laughing obnoxiously and drives off going like 60 MPH...
Well, there's the end of my career.
What was your worst day in IM?