Sitting in Brenna’s room, I nervously scrolled through Craigslist, trying to find new opportunities to generate the income I desperately needed. My heart raced as I stumbled upon a post that read, “Do You Love ‘The Wolf Of Wall Street’? Click Here!”. As a huge fan of the movie, I couldn’t resist clicking the link. I was taken to a page for a company that dealt in Merchant Cash Advances. My mind quickly raced through my favorite scenes from the film, imagining the chaotic and exhilarating atmosphere in the sales room. Convinced that this was a sign from God, I eagerly submitted my resume and soon found myself booking an interview with the company. Walking into the office space, it was everything I had imagined from the movie. Gongs echoed through the room, dry-erase boards were filled with scribbled numbers, and screens filled every wall. I felt like I had found a new home. During the interview, I relied on my charm and knowledge of the movie to make a lasting impression. To my delight, I was offered a job and asked to start immediately. I lasted three days, and made $0. Sales managers had pulled me aside, reviewing recordings of my sales calls and complaining that I “sound like I’m doing radio.” They glared at me with frustration, saying, “This is a sales job, dude. Not Hollywood.” Their anger and disappointment were palpable, and I couldn’t help but feel like I had wasted their time as well as my own. In truth, I had no idea what I was doing. For eight hours each day, I would stare at the screen, my mind wandering back to every single failure I had experienced, wondering how the hell I had ended up in this situation. At night, I would lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, questioning every choice that led me to this point. I knew I was meant for something greater, but my self-destructive habits had continuously held me back. The reality of my situation weighed heavily on my shoulders, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of despair creeping in.

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