◉ 057 | How much is the head?

I quit

two student jobs

I loved

because

I got sucked

in the money delusion

of the real-estate

industry

I knew nothing

about.

She promised me

mountains.

I fell for it

and became

a real-estate

agent.

So to speak.

I hated it

from day one.

I was lost

there.

I was doing

everything

but the job

I was hired for—

selling walls

and bringing

money in.

To Vesna,

a colleague of mine,

the same fairy tale

was sold.

She left

a well-known agency

and made

the same mistake

as me.

I learned more

from her

than from

the boss.

The boss gave me

a 1000-page

real-estate bible

thinking

everything I needed

was there.

She was good

at her craft.

But terrible

at managing people.

I even had

some empathy for her.

This was

her first business.

But nothing

was changing.

No teachings,

no meetings.

No talks,

no fairy tales.

Just expectations.

She cared only

about money.

And I was

an expense.

I was young

but dying

inside.

It sucked

all the air

from my lungs.

She called me in

for a meeting.

As we rarely

had meetings,

I knew

what was going

to happen.

She fired me.

And told me

she had lost

10,000 euros

bringing me in.

She treated salaries

she paid me

throughout the year

as a loss.

Well done

boss.

At least she got

3% of the transaction

from the seller

when I bought

the apartment

through her agency.

But I had

a bigger problem

than her.

I had

a mortgage

and no job.

If nothing else,

I finally

graduated.