Search for Your Job: The Enemy Within: Self-Sabotage

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Magicwords,

I'd been working at my first "real" sales job for a couple of months. Totally wet behind the ears. My boss scheduled a trip to Detroit to get me some sales training.

The morning of my trip I woke up with a start. It was 8:00am.

My FLIGHT was at 8am.

I lived 40 minutes from O'Hare airport.

I bolted out of bed frantically. I jetted in and out of the shower, pulled my pants on and Laura drove me to the airport.

Don't you HATE that thick, sticky sensation of panic and adrenaline coursing through your body? A feeling almost like narrowly avoiding a car accident. Liquified stress throbbing in your veins. My head was numb.

As Laura drove, I booked a later flight from my cell phone and I stumbled to the gate just in time or a 9:55 takeoff.

I wasn't the only guy who was frantic. Fred, my boss, heard from one of the other reps that I was missing. He couldn't get me on my cell and he thought I'd gone AWOL.

I got to Detroit, rented a car and navigated the I94 expressway. I arrived at the firm (I was a commissioned sales representative for this company, you understand) at Noon Detroit time - just in time for lunch.

I had to know what had gone wrong with my alarm clock. When I got home late that night I carefully examined it. Yes, the alarm had been set. Yes, it had been set to the right time. Yes, the volume control was "up".

So far as I could possibly tell, my alarm clock HAD gone off, just like it was supposed to.

And I hadn't merely hit "snooze." I had hit the off button and gone back to sleep.

I NEVER did that on ordinary days.

Nope. Just on days when it really mattered.

Why did I do that?

What was going on?

Have you ever done that?

Why we commit Financial Self-Sabotage!