If you don't like it, don't force it.

 　　A month ago, I received pre-exam training at school. During the school's job fair, I also took the opportunity to apply for jobs.

　　Based on my major and my curiosity, I submitted several resumes, including two to hospitals, one to a fitness center, one to a pharmacy, and one to a biotechnology company (selling medical devices).

　　That afternoon, two interviews were scheduled for the same time. After careful consideration, I chose the more challenging job. They were hiring 15 people, and about 40 students from our school were competing for the position. After initial and follow-up interviews, I and twelve other students were selected. We signed a 6-in-55 internship contract with the recruiting company, and were expected to start work two weeks after the exam. I also gained a general understanding of the company through the recruiting manager's PowerPoint presentation, but I wasn't very clear about the nature of my job, only knowing that it involved selling products.

　　Two weeks after the exam, I reported to the company as scheduled and met with the other students. The company arranged accommodation, and after unpacking our belongings and purchasing daily necessities, we settled in. On

　　the first day (Monday), we were divided into groups and went to various locations with our senior colleagues. Our main focus was learning how to demonstrate the therapeutic effects of the device to customers, establish a positive product image, and gather basic customer information. Our work locations included various residential communities, neighborhood committees, schools, government offices, banks, police stations, traffic police stations, urban management offices, and education bureaus. The following four days (Tuesday to Friday) were mainly dedicated to understanding customers' purchasing desires, cultivating their interest, enhancing their purchasing motivation, and completing the order placement, sales, and delivery process. We didn't work on weekends, but we had to call customers who had purchased the device to inquire about their usage and satisfaction.

　　After three days of training, we started going to different locations on our own. Before that, we also learned how to perform hand diagnosis and the mechanisms of certain diseases to appear more professional when introducing the device's therapeutic effects. I felt somewhat overwhelmed by this job, especially with the younger customers who were generally healthy, had little desire to buy, had limited knowledge of diseases, and were not financially well-off; most of them came for free treatment. Elderly customers often depend on their children's opinions before deciding whether to buy, and very few are willing to spend their own money. Our main target audience is middle-aged people, most of whom are employed, have more occupational diseases, and are more health-conscious and willing to invest in their health.

　　Following the previous operating model, I didn't sell a single item after the first week. The problem was that I wasn't very familiar with each of the above operational steps. For example, 1. Establishing a product image requires constantly promoting the product's advantages to customers; 2. I lacked the ability to understand customers and wasn't clear about my target audience; 3. I failed to cultivate customers' desire to buy effectively. I didn't improve this situation in the following three weeks and began to doubt my sales abilities.

　　During my tenure, we had a meeting every day at 8 pm, except Saturdays. The meeting mainly focused on summarizing the day's work, raising, discussing, and solving problems. I heard many suggestions for improvement from the leaders, but implementing them proved difficult. I still didn't achieve any sales and eventually lost confidence in myself. Finally, after a month, I decisively resigned.

　　Of the classmates who went with me, four left their jobs before me, while the remaining three were still struggling. Some sold a few units, while others had zero sales. Before taking this job, I had no clear understanding of sales. I chose it with a try-it-out mentality, thinking it would at least improve my communication skills and adaptability. After working for a month, I deeply felt the immense pressure of being a salesperson. If you don't generate sales, no one will give you a friendly look. You might get verbal abuse from the boss during meetings after get off work every day, and you might also get a cold shoulder from the senior colleague who mentored you, saying things like, "How can you be so stupid? I've explained it so many times and you still can't do it. I'm really disappointed in you." I knew that in sales, if you can't generate sales, you definitely can't survive. The longer you stay, the greater the loss you cause to the company. The internship period is 1-3 months, and it wouldn't be easy for me to just coast through the last two months and get paid. So, I simply chose to resign, ending my internship contract and parting ways amicably with everyone.

　　I received my first month's salary of 1600 yuan, packed my bags, and prepared to return to my mother's rented apartment in City A. My sister works in City A, and to make it easier to see her two-year-old daughter, she rented an apartment there and asked my mother to help her take care of the child. She lives with a colleague in her boss's rented apartment and visits my mother and daughter two or three times a week.

　　I took a rideshare and told my mother about quitting my job, informing her I was almost home and had a lot of stuff, asking if she could pick me up downstairs if it was convenient. She scolded me a little angrily on the phone, asking why I didn't continue, whether I had argued with my boss, or had a falling out with my colleague. I felt a bit dejected and simply said that I didn't think this line of work was suitable for me, and I would talk to her about the rest when I got home. My mother didn't say anything after that. I waited, but all I heard was the dial tone. I snapped out of my reverie and checked the time; it was almost noon. The dazzling sunlight outside the car window shone on the surfaces of the city, and the air was filled with a restless atmosphere, just like my mood at that moment. There were two other people sharing the ride in the car. The girl was complaining about the driver's slow pick-up speed and the annoying traffic, while the boy was complaining about being hungry because he hadn't eaten breakfast while waiting for the bus. I was sitting directly behind the driver and felt the air conditioning was a bit too strong, so I asked the driver to turn it down. I leaned against the window and rested for a while before the car arrived at its destination. Through the window, I saw my mother and niece standing under a large tree by the roadside. The tree's branches blocked most of the scorching sunlight, but some rays still managed to escape and dappled the slightly uneven ground.

　　The driver opened the door first to help me take my luggage out of the car. My mother saw my luggage and came over, looking around. I slowly opened the door and went to my luggage. I had a large cloth carry-on bag, a shopping cart, and a backpack. My mother stared at my luggage for a long time without lifting a finger, then started nagging me about how I always carried everything like I was moving house, bringing all sorts of random things. She said if I could carry it all, I shouldn't have someone pick me up; I should carry it all back myself. I was furious and couldn't help but say, "Are you going to help me or not? If not, I'll carry it back myself." My mother glanced at the driver and replied, seemingly unrelated, "Did you pay?" "I paid with my phone," I replied. Then, my mother pulled the shopping cart away for me. I walked ahead of her, carrying my backpack and a large bag, my niece jogging after us.

　　After walking about fifty meters, we reached the entrance of the residential complex. It was a very old complex without an elevator. My sister rented a one-bedroom apartment on the third floor, and the stairwell wasn't very wide. I stumbled and bumped my way up, while my mother followed behind, carrying the cart as if it were difficult. I put my things down at the door, then took the cart from her and carried it up myself. My mother slowly took out her keys and opened the door. I carried the bags and packages inside, turned on the electric fan, sat on a stool, and breathed heavily in the breeze. My mother went into the kitchen and brought out the food she had prepared earlier. After I set the table, I began to eat lunch. Perhaps because of the weather, I, who usually have a good appetite, only ate a small bowl of rice at noon. After lunch, I cleaned up the dishes and started organizing the things I had brought back. My mother and niece went to take a nap after lunch, and I also took a short nap after I finished.

　 To be continued...