This story really began long before I knew it had ever begun. A story constantly changing the economic events, that were ruled by the domestic tides in my LIFE, and where I began working with a company, American Furniture Warehouse in Denver, Colorado in July 2001.
After migrating from Tampa, Florida in July 1997 upon the third or fourth, and final split from my soon to be ex wife, I began working toward the rest of my LIFE.
I had at one time, while working in broadcasting, also doubled as a furniture salesperson in the Tampa Bay area, even while working at a major television station WTVT-13, among other things. It was where I struggled to earn a living and to pay the surmounting bills, surrounding the needs of a wife and three children.
And so, I recognized a tremendous opportunity while shopping at American Furniture Warehouse in Aurora, Colorado when my wife, Judi and I were unable to find any help from a salesperson where hundreds of customers were milling about aimlessly.
After a few quick questions from a passing salesman, I ascertained that it would be a commissioned position making 4% of delivered sales, including spiffs, which are bonus monies on extras sold to customers, or on merchandise sold: that the company wanted to move from off the floor or out of the warehouse.
And so again, it came to pass, that I applied for a position with American Furniture Warehouse, but with the hopes of not being a salesman, but rather an advertising and marketing person. However, I was told that everyone who begins working for the company, and who wanted to move into one of those positions in the company, would have to start on the sales floor.
After passing their mandated drug screening, I was going to spend a week in sales training and then I would be ready to begin selling furniture, bedding and accessories for Colorado's largest furniture company, American Furniture Warehouse, under the direction of a very greedy self serving man.
(This story continues and will cover the chronological events of lies, deciet and misgivings of what can happen to people if they stand by and allow people to run over them ... and it will make for a great novel.)
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