Trying to push on, Only seven percent done, Can she make it folks?
If you want to see the technical side of things, check out Heather's journal: pinkflesh17
So I just finished sales school and we came to Alabama to sell books door to door.
You do realize that you're throwing away an entire summer to make money, right?
An entire summer of what? The same old bullshit in Austin.
No.
I'm out here to do more than make money.
I'm doing this now, in order to have a future.
All throughout sales school they told us that we wouldn't like it. They said that people would be nasty, slam doors in your face, call the cops on you (even though you have a permit to sell...they just don't trust you), their dogs will try to eat you, they would waste your time and being you down and you would CRY!
Well...I'll be starting tomarrow. Knocking on doors, trying to deliver a script that's ensured since 1868 to be the best sales talk to get the product moved.
We had a taste of it already.
This weekend when we arrived here in Alabama, guess what we had to do? Knock on peoples doors, not to sell books, but to ask for the kindness in people to lend us all places to stay for the entire summer.
It was sort of hellish. I felt embarassed asking people in nice neighborhoods for a home. It just felt so strange.
I ended up finding a place for me and Heather first off though... Normally, they pair a couple of first timers with someone who's done it before, but Heather and I are in a couplet of just the two of us. Everyone was suprised that our managers had decided this. Well, their confidence in me boosted my esteem for a little while, though now it just feels like a heavier burden to prove that we really are the best.
So the place that I found us within two hours of looking, which wasn't much at all, turned out to be in the middle of a trailer's living room on a futon, surrounded by heavy smokers. From the instant that we entered Alabama my allergies to molds kicked in, and yesterday, when we had to settle in and actually sleep in the place rather than the hotel that the group had been staying in, I asked our team leader, Roger, if there was any way that we could relocate. So now we're living in a very nice...increadibly large home, surrounded by the sweetest family that I've seen in ages.
They just...keep...offering things! Ack! It's so bloody nice!
So now we're here, set up, and ready (sort of) to go.
I'll be posting in my deadjournal about most of it...
"You have to wade through a lot of manure to get to the pony."
Do please check out Heather's journal if you'd like to snail mail us, and in turn we will gladly write you back in what little time we have.
Our schedules go like this:
6:00 wake up
6:15 breakfast
6:30-45 or so do "execs" - silly little dances and songs that make us all peppy and stuff
7:00 be in territory and knocking on doors by 7:59 at latest
9:30 at earliest, finish up at last house and head home
10:05 call in stats to student manager
11:00 go to bed
Not too bad, eh?
Ohh yeah, did I mention??
50 pound backpack.
90+ degree weather.
And we have to RUN from house to house.
Yeah...it's a great day to be a bookwoman.
So I just finished sales school and we came to Alabama to sell books door to door.
You do realize that you're throwing away an entire summer to make money, right?
An entire summer of what? The same old bullshit in Austin.
No.
I'm out here to do more than make money.
I'm doing this now, in order to have a future.
All throughout sales school they told us that we wouldn't like it. They said that people would be nasty, slam doors in your face, call the cops on you (even though you have a permit to sell...they just don't trust you), their dogs will try to eat you, they would waste your time and being you down and you would CRY!
Well...I'll be starting tomarrow. Knocking on doors, trying to deliver a script that's ensured since 1868 to be the best sales talk to get the product moved.
We had a taste of it already.
This weekend when we arrived here in Alabama, guess what we had to do? Knock on peoples doors, not to sell books, but to ask for the kindness in people to lend us all places to stay for the entire summer.
It was sort of hellish. I felt embarassed asking people in nice neighborhoods for a home. It just felt so strange.
I ended up finding a place for me and Heather first off though... Normally, they pair a couple of first timers with someone who's done it before, but Heather and I are in a couplet of just the two of us. Everyone was suprised that our managers had decided this. Well, their confidence in me boosted my esteem for a little while, though now it just feels like a heavier burden to prove that we really are the best.
So the place that I found us within two hours of looking, which wasn't much at all, turned out to be in the middle of a trailer's living room on a futon, surrounded by heavy smokers. From the instant that we entered Alabama my allergies to molds kicked in, and yesterday, when we had to settle in and actually sleep in the place rather than the hotel that the group had been staying in, I asked our team leader, Roger, if there was any way that we could relocate. So now we're living in a very nice...increadibly large home, surrounded by the sweetest family that I've seen in ages.
They just...keep...offering things! Ack! It's so bloody nice!
So now we're here, set up, and ready (sort of) to go.
I'll be posting in my deadjournal about most of it...
"You have to wade through a lot of manure to get to the pony."
Do please check out Heather's journal if you'd like to snail mail us, and in turn we will gladly write you back in what little time we have.
Our schedules go like this:
6:00 wake up
6:15 breakfast
6:30-45 or so do "execs" - silly little dances and songs that make us all peppy and stuff
7:00 be in territory and knocking on doors by 7:59 at latest
9:30 at earliest, finish up at last house and head home
10:05 call in stats to student manager
11:00 go to bed
Not too bad, eh?
Ohh yeah, did I mention??
50 pound backpack.
90+ degree weather.
And we have to RUN from house to house.
Yeah...it's a great day to be a bookwoman.