First off, sorry for the vague subject line, but while you're here you may as well read on! Haha. This will be venty, up-beat, angry, and physocolgically fascinating in one big, long post. You've been warned.
I've been with my company for 11 years. I was actually employee #3, and the first 2 are the owners (brothers). Over that time, I have assumed responsibilities that I never was tasked with handling when I originally started working here. That's natural I suppose. The company has done well- I mean, if it weren't it wouldn't be a company for 11 years. We now have 28 employees. I directly manage, delegate, oversee, and am responsible for 18 of them. I answer to the owners and noone else. I used to enjoy my job a lot, when I was doing field engineering and thinking things and working with my hands along side my computer.
Fast forward to now, and I have been pushed into a much more active sales/glad-handing role. I still manage the technical side, but now I am directly responsible for sales volume on top of that. That used to fall on the owners... You bring me the work, I do the work. I loved that simplicity. Now? Notsomuch. The dreaded 'sales targets' cliche is slowly draining every ounce of enjoyment from my daily life. I bring that crap home, stress about it overnight, and lash out on my lovely fiancee (who is a berkeleying saint, I swear it). I dislike my role in this company very very much so right now.
The worst part in my opinion, is that even with this increase in responsibilities there has been no increase in pay. I am making approximately $5000 LESS per year than I did my first year on the job. Every time the company does well, my sales targets increase unfairly to make bonuses unrealistic. I'll finally creep up to that number, hit it once, and repeat above circlejerk. I have voiced my displeasure with the owners several times on the matter. They promise that they are not doing anything nefarious and are treating me fairly, but that 'times are lean, and we have to be to survive'. It's gotten to the point where I want to quit and just work as a maintenance guy or consultant on my own. Whatever it takes to pay the bills... Lately, between my reduction in pay and a host of bills from a prior divorce, I've picked up a warehouse job to make ends meet, which just makes me a peach to be around at all times. I've worked no less than 65 hours a week for 4 months now... I'm just berkeleying tired and feel like I'm on the verge of an exhaustion-related breakdown.
BUT! There's good news! Through some sort of cosmic divine intervention, I quite literally tripped into an opportunity to interview for my dream job 2 weeks ago. It could not be any more perfect, except I'm underqualified for what they're looking for. I interviewed with the manager last week, and got invited back to interview again with the 2 partners on Tuesday of this week. In all honesty, I thought they were going to offer me the job on the spot, that's how well I felt* during the interview. It was comfortable, I had a perfect answer for everything, and at the end, they brought me around to meet the rest of the staff. I was optimistic and happy for the first time in a long time. They said that they'd let me know one way or another within a week.
Now... I'm second guessing everything as time goes by without hearing anything from them. I'm worried that with time will come more qualified and better applicants, or if I was too much during the interview or if I really just bombed it but thought I did well. Basically, I have zero confidence or patience in myself, and don't know what to do. I'm using what precious little sleep I can get right now by tossing, turning, and just fantasizing about this job. I want it so freaking bad that I would do illegal things to obtain it... I promised myself and my fiancee that I would try to keep an even keel and not get my hopes up, but that's an outright lie. It's a dream job, and I know they don't come along much more than 1 or 2 times in a lifetime. I know I've done everything I can, but I just want to do more... anything to get out of my current situation and into something where I don't dread going into every day. And Wednesday is just so far away...
I don't know why I wrote this, aside from I just needed to say something. I'll be gutted if I don't get this job... so bad. I don't know how much more I can take this before I pull an Office Space move and burn every bridge in my profession. Honestly. If I don't get this job, I'm not sure what else is out there. I swore I'd never sell out to competitors, but my bosses also swore that they wouldn't abuse my skills and loyalty.
And to bring it full circle, punch you in the dick type ragey- They did some shady stuff to me 2 months ago where they took 2 of my bigger clients and decided that they were 'house customers' on account of them being with us for so long, and now their numbers no longer count toward my sales figures (ugh!). That's another bonus gone. Well, guess who showed up with MATCHING brand-new F-350 Lariat crew cab 4x4 diesels last week? Nothing like $150k in company trucks that aren't used for company purposes to keep employee morale up. If you need me, I'll be in the Frito-Lay warehouse, loading chips into trucks for $16/hour so I don't get arrested for failure to pay alimony.
Please pray for me. Haha.