The Downward Spiral Of My Career
I got fingerprinted this morning. No, not because I finally resorted to selling my spare narcotics to the neighborhood children. I applied for a job at the IRS. No, not a law job, although technically I suppose all their jobs involve tax law to some degree. No, the job I applied for is basically glorified telemarketing. I would have to sit in some warehouse in the middle of nowhere wearing a headset and having people call up and scream at me. All this, for $14.49/hour. And yet, boy howdy is this a popular position. They must have processed 500 people today, and I don't even know if today is the only day they're doing it. They're only looking for 50 people. I missed half a day of work to go.
The lady who fingerprinted me remarked on the clearness of my prints. She told me to avoid becoming a criminal. I told her I was trying.
Upon reaching work, I decided I would become a real estate agent. The agencies are always fishing for fresh meat on the university job boards, so I sent my resume to 6 places. One of them already called back and wants to interview me. I don't forsee getting a temp job for next week, so I'm doing that on Monday afternoon. That gives me 4 days to figure out whether or not I actually want to be a real estate agent. If anyone has any good "Oh god don't do that!" real estate horror stories, please relate them to me before Monday.
Getting a real estate license is kind of exciting though, in that it's the one way I could ever put my Property class to use (other than in hunting disputes over who gets the dead fox.) Here, apparently, you can get a sales license just by taking Property at a law school & passing some test. The test, not being administered by lawyers, can't be that hard.
The drawback, I suppose, is that I'm pretty sure you don't get paid. As I understand it, you get a commission and that's it. I don't know that I would necessarily like working and not getting paid. I think you have to pay for all sorts of outlandish stuff too. Kind of like becoming an Avon lady. Hmm... yeah... maybe I should be an Avon lady......... Or - OR! - I could PRETEND to be an Avon lady and really just sell drugs out of my little makeup kit! Yeah buddy! That's where the money is!
The lady who fingerprinted me remarked on the clearness of my prints. She told me to avoid becoming a criminal. I told her I was trying.
Upon reaching work, I decided I would become a real estate agent. The agencies are always fishing for fresh meat on the university job boards, so I sent my resume to 6 places. One of them already called back and wants to interview me. I don't forsee getting a temp job for next week, so I'm doing that on Monday afternoon. That gives me 4 days to figure out whether or not I actually want to be a real estate agent. If anyone has any good "Oh god don't do that!" real estate horror stories, please relate them to me before Monday.
Getting a real estate license is kind of exciting though, in that it's the one way I could ever put my Property class to use (other than in hunting disputes over who gets the dead fox.) Here, apparently, you can get a sales license just by taking Property at a law school & passing some test. The test, not being administered by lawyers, can't be that hard.
The drawback, I suppose, is that I'm pretty sure you don't get paid. As I understand it, you get a commission and that's it. I don't know that I would necessarily like working and not getting paid. I think you have to pay for all sorts of outlandish stuff too. Kind of like becoming an Avon lady. Hmm... yeah... maybe I should be an Avon lady......... Or - OR! - I could PRETEND to be an Avon lady and really just sell drugs out of my little makeup kit! Yeah buddy! That's where the money is!
posted by feithline @ 2:31 PM
3 Comments:
At 9:41 PM,
The Once and Future TC said…
That's a 10% chance, with you probably having a better chance than most given your education...most job postings involve only ONE slot and draw 50-200 people.... Good luck!
Ha. My fingerprints are so murky that I had to keep having them redone over and over again for my Character & Fitness check. The cop at my local station who always did them kept asking, "Well, do you do a lot of gardening or something that tears up your fingers? No...well, do you [fill in the blank." There is no reason. I am just the fingerprintless woman. I think that's kind of awesome.
Being a realtor: I think it sounds cool. Bad stuff? Extremely unstable income in the beginning, and maybe for a long time if you don't quickly build a large pool of buyers and sellers...bad hours -- you HAVE to go whenever the buyer wants to go, and that's usually evenings, weekends, etc.
At 11:06 PM,
Anonymous said…
You definitely need to watch an episode of 'Million Dollar Listing' on bravo! For what it's worth, those agents seem to love their jobs :)
At 8:32 AM,
feithline said…
Omg I watch Million Dollar Listing, House Hunters, and like, every property show known to man religiously. I'm sure I would like the dealing with property and dealing with clients parts. I'm just worried about the money.
I think I would be mainly doing rentals. I don't know what it's like anywhere else, but here you almost always have to pay a realtor's fee equal to one month's rent (in addition to your first, last, security, key, etc.) which is between $1200-2000 in the area where I would be.
I guess I'm just going to go in and demand to know realistically how long it would take me to make money and how much business I would be likely to get in the winter. Everyone moves on Sept. 1st here.
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