Timeshare Sales Job: Abandoning Ship

My adventure travel job experiment in Mexico was coming to an end.  At least in terms of my timeshare sales job. It took me awhile to figure out. Longer than it probably should have to know that I was in bed with rats, and a tour-less bed at that. I wish I could tell you some grande story about an epic meltdown at the office, but that is not the way it went down. Like most other tired salesmen, clinging onto the lifeboat as the ship goes down, I silently acquiesced to my destiny of tourlessness as I slipped into the icy-cold depths of unemployment. It was an easy decision. Everyday more salesmen arrived seeking employment. Most playing the game of musical chairs amongst the different Timeshares resorts. Kind of like old, washed-up baseball players drifting from team to team hoping to rekindle the magic they once had. This obviously would make the salesman roster significantly longer and my chances of scoring tours take a nose dive. The new arrivals looked like unemployed zombies, unwilling to accept the fact that the economy was shit and the Timeshares industry even shitter. Some look like they had been on one too many timeshare presentations. But that didn’t stop them.

But it would not be fair for me to say my time in my timeshare sales job was a complete waste of time. I learned how to make great life long friendships, the art of salesmanship, how to help people, differences in vacation terrific packages, a bit about geography how to smoke a pack of cigarettes a day.

And on another bright note – I did also get to (?) keep my work shirt and nametag (as I didn’t go back)…and girls can’t resist a man in uniform, especially when that uniform is baggy and made of the finest Chinese linen.

My high quality name tag (yes that is scotch tape)

So where to next on my adventure travel job odyssey? I don’t know but I hope it will involve a beach, booze, or hot women. Possibly all three together, in an sort of delicious, Sexican burrito. But until then…

Turner barr

Hi, my name is Turner. I travel the world, hustle to find interesting jobs, and write about what happens when you read too many self-help books.

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