work story

I never had a real job until this past summer. I was an advanced-sales rep for a marketing company. For the most part, it was a good experience. On paper it looks good. I made my own schedule/ hours, so I basically controlled how much money I made. Base pay was $17.50, and you usually didn't even have to use that. Not too bad of a summer job, right? In that sense, it was great. But I had beef with the people I worked for. They were master salesmen and would try to manipulate you into doing whatever they wanted. It was frustrating to say the least. I learned those types of skills to be a salesperson, but when I wasn't working, I became a regular person and didn't use those skills just for the heck of it, trying to manipulate people and tell them what they wanted/ needed. It seemed morally wrong or something to me. My "bosses" weren't very understanding of my health issues, and that was something I needed flexibility with, and that turned into something they held against me. So by the end of summer I was ready to leave and move on with my life.