Competitive Streak

I'm competitive. I'm talking so competitive that if we're competing I hate you, and it might even continue after we've stopped competing because I've told myself how much I don't like you that it's hard to just turn that feeling off. I've always been an athlete. I played baseball, basketball, football, and soccer when I was little, until I decided I wanted to play just basketball and played that throughout school.

Anyways, at the job, me and this other guy James (not his name) are training together for our sales job. Today he and I had to sell the product to 20 people apiece so we could get the opportunity to get off of the training salary and start making our own commission off of our sales. So me being competitive, I got to work an hour early so I could get a head start. I get there and I run into one of my new co-workers who says, "Yo E! I'm glad you're here. I need to take a quick break and go to the bathroom. Can you watch my area for a second?" Honestly, my head was saying, "Hell no negro", but my mouth said yes. So he races off with his phone to his ear and says he's also going to call my trainer and let him know I'm here. That quick break turns into 30 minutes, at which point I'm disgusted with dude I'm covering for because this wasn't the purpose of me coming in early. He finally comes back and I make note to never cover for this ni@@er (notice the "er") again.

So he smashes my head start plan and we really end up beginning at the same time. As the day goes on, I'm 1 or 2 sales ahead of James all day. It slows down for a time, and James catches up to me, but I close out the day with a quick group of 4 to finish up with 19 for the day. So as we walk back to the breakroom, my trainer says that our manager wants to meet with us before we go to explain what the next step is, and he's going to decide whether or not we get off of the training schedule to commission pay. My trainer says that me and James are ready to make commission and we should be on commission tomorrow.

So we get into the breakroom and our manager comes in. He tells me to wait and tells James to come to the next table so he can have a short talk with him. My gut says something is wrong because if we were both good than he would've just came in and said we're both ready and sent us on our way. Anyways, I hear our manager tell James that he's ready and will begin commission work tomorrow. My mind instantly yells out "MAN THIS SOME BULLSH*T!" My manager calls me over and says that I did a good job today, but (of all people) my TRAINER says that I'm not aggressive enough therefore I need another training shift. At this point I want to spaz, but I play it off pretty well. He offers me the "opportunity" to come in and work the 1st shift as a trainee, then work the 2nd shift on commission. I say I will (meanwhile in my mind, I'm beatin to the white meat the heads of James and my trainer).

As I was driving home, I was thinking how I should address this. Now I feel some kinda way towards my trainer for, it seems, not keeping it 100 with me and telling me he was gonna throw salt before I have to hear it from my manager. Also, as I was making one of my last sales, one of my customers told my trainer how good of a salesman I was! Now I also thought that maybe my manager put it on my trainer because he ain't wanna man up. I thought that maybe tomorrow I would address it with my trainer tomorrow, but I've decided to say f@ck it and run with it because I'm still getting paid for training so I have an opportunity to make a lot of money tomorrow if I take advantage (way to turn lemons into lemonade right?)

In conclusion, I'm working from 6:45am - 8pm tomorrow. Ain't dat bout a b!tch?