This was originally posted in the Bloggers section on the now-defunct Poopgang forum.
Back then, trivial little things that I couldn’t change about myself didn’t bother me, I just didn’t care as I was brilliant.
Basically running a shop, six months away from a promotion to my very own store, happy with life, happy with work, happy at home, but it all came crashing down. Leaving Game. The long search for a job. I thought I could work anywhere, do anything I put my mind to, I was so confident in my abilities, but I just got rejection after rejection… but it didn’t bother me as I knew I was destined for better.
Eventually, I got a new job, at Poundland. Went into the interview for a Senior Sales position thinking “Yeah, give me three months, I’ll be running the place”. Stupidly, I said in the interview that if I didn’t get the Senior Sales position, I’d gladly take a regular, sales assistant role. Guess what happened? I got the basic role. Undeterred, I thought “Give me six months, I’ll be Assistant Manager, I’ll show them”. After a week or so on the tills, I was moved to the warehouse as the Stock Controller guy. I figured it was a nice step up, but later found out they only moved me there as I was a big strapping lad who could lift the heavy boxes.
