Rep life… oh I’ve always had a love/hate relationship with you. For the most part, I’ve loved you with the occasional day of hate but these days, honestly, I just love to hate you.
The job I have is often has people telling me how lucky I am and how jealous they are but let me tell you, it’s fucking hard.
Don’t get me wrong, I am incredibly grateful to have a job and I am even more grateful for the lifestyle this job brings me, I do appreciate it, really I do but let me tell you, I work bloody hard and for some of the shit you put up with, you deserve the lifestyle.
Every year just seems to get worse and looking back at my first season, it looks like an absolute breeze. Back in 2015, I was a young, naive, holiday rep who only had the odd shit day and how I wish it was still so easy.
Even just in the three years I’ve been doing this, things have changed dramatically… and for the most part, not for the better.
Customers are increasingly more demanding, complaints are at an all time high and people think you deserve to be spoken to like something the dog trod in when in reality, you are there to help them, something you will do if they speak to you like you’re both decent human beings and you are not even getting paid enough to put up with this shit when your bank account is basically topped up with peanuts.
Add into the equation the office politics and the lack of management logic and you have one lovely shit storm.
At times, it looks like a rainbow is appearing out of the showers but when you’re finally starting to see the sun, a tornado sweeps through and everything is up in the air again.
This last month in particular has been a rollercoaster.
I started off feeling pretty good about myself when yet again, I was asked to apply for a promotion. It’s always good to see that your hard work is noticed and whilst I turned it down for personal reasons, it was great to have the consideration.
So just when I was feeling positive, a customer put in a serious complaint about me which brought me back down to Earth with a thud. Worst thing about it is that they are making me out to be the complete opposite person to who I actually am so I am super annoyed.
Then great news! We now get two days off a week after years of trying to cram both rest and adventure into just the one measly day… and to top it off, ours have been organised as weekends!
But of course, we can’t enjoy these weekends together because Ash gets told out of the blue that his season is over and he is heading back to the UK whereas I have to stay for another month.
With every bloody up, there’s a down and I am honestly so drained by it all at the moment.
I go to work every day to be shouted at, I am constantly spoken to like a worthless piece of crap, I’m not even earning good money because no one buys anything any more, nothing anyone in power does makes any sense, I’m now going home to an empty house every night and the worst of it all, I’m having to defend my own bloody honour.
I sound like an ungrateful, moaning bitch but I am honestly starting to think that enough is enough. I’ve always been told that you know when you know and I think I’m starting to know.
Let’s see what Cyprus has in store. Hopefully, the coming months will have a bit more to be positive about otherwise, it might be time to call it a day.
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