After coming home from New Mexico, I knew that I needed to buckle down and get some serious work done. The only problem is that I still didn't fully understand my job to the extent that I needed to, and my support system was virtually gone.
My co-workers that were there to pump me up had all left the company, so I was left to fend for myself, like the proverbial fish out of water.
I tried to lean on Boss Man for as much help as I could, but really, nobody can teach you to be a great Loan Officer. It comes with experience and I didn't have time to get the experience I needed. The mortgage market was saturated with refinances, but purchases is where the money was. I had utilized my resources here in town, but nobody was buyin' what I was sellin'.
I worked as many leads as possible until I finally just gave up. I quit. I couldn't be put under that stress for any longer. I tried to stay afloat as long as possible, but nothing was working out for me. I locked as many loans as I could, and inevitably they would fall through.
The beginning of September rolled around and Boss Man sat me down. It's either resign, get fired or shit out a miracle. I pushed again, trying to get that "second wind" avid runners talk about. I was doing everything I was supposed to, but becoming more and more frustrated at every turn.
I finally went to Boss Man and told him that my last day would be September 30th. After that, I would look for a job. Something closer to home, without a 130 mile round trip commute.
On Friday, September 30th, I drove to Austin and dropped my computer off at the office and said goodbye to the people that were there. I was sad to leave the company because it really was a great place to work, but at the same time, I felt such a sense of relief. No more waking up in a bad mood only to sit in front of a computer and stare blankly at the screen, waiting for a miracle to fall from the sky.
But wait. Now I'm jobless. FUNemployed. No gotty no yob. Shit. SHit. SHIT!
What the hell was I thinking?
...to be continued...


1 people are talkin' about my crap!:
Sometimes the pressure and stress just isn't worth it! Life is too damn short.
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