Selling my ass off as much as I could in my first month, I didn’t get my commission check, but that’s expected when you first start. The process is this:
(8% of Gross profit) + (x% of Gross sales) – Hourly in a month = Commission Check
Level E – 1.0%
Level D – 1.5%
Level C – 2.0% (I’m right here)
Level B – 2.5%
Level A – 3.0%
The percentage of gross sales is determined by the level of certification you have completed. And it goes without saying, you need to make more in a month in commission than you would hourly.
I was short in my first month to get a commission check by like 900 bucks or so. But my full month in the busiest shopping day of the year (December) I made almost 40k in gross sales, and almost 10k in gross profit. A few hundred under each realistically. So you can figure the math. I was one of the hardest working guys there, because I thought all the organizing, following orders, merchandising, and everything would pay off. (You see why I said was in a minute)
As of this month, I’ve been ranked as top 100 in the company for the drum department, and top 10 in the district. And of course my manager in drums, Gary, is 1 and 1. But when I picked up my commission check on the 13th, I couldn’t be more disappointed. All the work I had put in, hoping for a commission check to fix my car, or get a new one, would be shot down when I got that baby dick pay stub. As of that point in time, I’ve lost all my faith in my career at Guitar Center.
I skipped work yesterday without the smallest care in whether or not the drum department had coverage, as I was the only opener. I’ve always been worried about doing any little thing to get in trouble, so I’ve always been balls at attention to keep everyone happy. But today, the store manager told Gary to tell me not to worry about coming in today, and I know why. But I don’t care, because the company that’s so worried about taking care of customers does nothing to take of their sales associates.
So there it is. I thought I had found the dream job, in a drum shop. I did everything I could to please the people above me that worked there, but the reality of my job has set in and I won’t do anything for them anymore. I will stay there until I’m on the verge of losing my job, and I will leave. I’m a useless meat puppet on the clock there now.
So in case I see a bit off, or more angry than usual, there are reasons that I’ve been mad that are ringing in half the people I know ears. The job I thought would help me fix my car, couldn’t even do that in the three months I’ve been there. And so on, and so on.
… So I went somewhere that pays more for the same job.
