Picking over the remains of the dead
Last week, two new guys got hired. Two days ago, a coworker, the one I was hired with (Pedro), got fired. And now there are changes to everyone's territories.
Since he's gone, the Kiwi salesguy (#1) snatched up the fallen coworker's fancy headset, and I grabbed his flat-panel fancy monitor. Just now my boss and I nearly came to blows over the non-prescription drugs in his desk.
I went out for a drink with him the day he was ejected. Apparently on Friday our boss asked him to quit. Pedro wasn't happy with the job, and it was clear that he was overqualified and should never have been hired for this position. Rick, our boss, was led to believe that the job was something much different from what it actually turned out to be. Pedro floundered in May and Rick was under pressure to fire someone. That person was almost me, but I was able to pull it together in April and May. In addition to picking through his bones, we are left to pick through his territory. I pick up two states while losing one of my favourites (to the top sales guy!).
It's perfectly reasonable to believe that I could be on the chopping block again. The CEO still doesn't really like me, and even though I am in charge of an altered territory, I have to do really well in July, or else. This hasn't been told to me, but I am sure it will be.
Sales sucks, especially when the company 1) changes the rules on you; 2) has a comp plan that screws you extra if you miss a target, and doesn't really reward extra if you exceed it. I need a new life.
