In The Ebb

My last meaningful employment had me selling used vehicles. Among the many things I gained was a modicum of superstition. I would not have thought that possible. My life has made me fairly grounded. Only when my success or failure hinged on things I could not qualify, I had to take a serious reassessment.

There were times when a vehicle would come onto the lot and just stick around. There would often be no apparent reason why. People would look at it and drive it. Some would even try to make a deal, but it would not sell. The longer it stayed on the lot, the worse it would get. Many times the price would drop below the profit line, in an attempt to be rid of it before sending it back to auction. Sometimes nothing helped. I began to refer to this phenomenon as the car getting a Stink on it.

The economy interrupted my burgeoning career in the automotive industry. The dealership I worked for went out of business in March of this year. I have been looking for work since. I did my turns applying to new and used dealerships. I applied to numerous other sales and customer service positions, as well as others. I have many transferable skills accumulated through my first career as a professional in the offset printing trades.

Through this process I have had a fair share of interviews, which is more than a lot of professional people I know can say. Some of them went quite well, in my opinion, but I have yet to be hired. There is no qualifyable reason I shoud still be out of work. I am afraid I have a Stink on me.