Anticipation or Frustration……..

She’s frustrated. She definitely is a workhorse and wants to succeed. She is wondering why she hasn’t made a sale and it’s week two. Poor thing… not only shouldn’t she be so hard on herself, but she’ll be lucky to make a sale in month two! God, how can I tell her that selling this publication is like driving a stake through Jell-O? UGH! I tell her she’s way too hard on herself and she needs to give herself some time.

She doesn’t want us to think she’s not capable or a loser. Are you kidding me? If she’s going to judge her ability by selling this product that’s not well branded in a bad economy– well, I’ll get the rope for her now. Why waste time?

~Seltzer

 Hockey pucks in AZ!

I guess at this point, what I can say..no one wants to buy and I really don’t want to sell. That’s it..you must love what you sell in order to sell it, you must be passionate about what your selling and you must understand it- inside and out…..that right ladies and gentlemen, that’s the key to success and you heard it here, for the 1 trillionth time!!

My first sales job in life was actually selling ice hockey pucks in Arizona..now that my friend is hard. I did very well; however, selling a glossy ad for a glossy magazine in CT…IMPOSSIBLE…lol:)  I was resorting to begging and pleading-this is a nightmare and I am fully engulfed now. Must get a sale, must get a sale, must get at least one!

It starts to make people crazy, the more pressure you put on the sale-the harder it is to obtain. How great, Murphy’s Law is kicking in! I felt like I needed to swoop to more drastic levels, but what was that..extortion maybe..ummm, NO…can’t go to jail for this. I know …just have a good dinner and stop thinking about it, get up tomorrow and have a brand new day!

~PINK

The Leaf-We actually meet!

We meet at Starbucks where we have all our interviews. Is that weird? I don’t know. That’s just what happens when you build a business without bricks and mortar. She comes in on time and looked just fine. I’ve never been one to scrutinize what people wear. I want people to look presentable – that’s all. I love it when they jazz it up a little too. I mean, really, who the hell wears gray suits and pearls on a normal day?

As we began to talk, I noticed she had a tiny, little yellow elm leaf resting gently between her headband and forehead. (I actually just Googled leaves – my husband knows them by heart and the proper scientific classification). So the internal dialogue begins. Should I tell her? Should I move it? Would my boss say anything (would he even frickin’ notice? God I hope he doesn’t fart in this interview – I digress.) Would she feel funny when I pointed it out and then get nervous? I just decided that what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her and she deserved a stress-free interview.

Things went fine. She was just as genuine as she was on the phone and my boss went through his usual bullshit spiel that I bought into, and she left.

 ~Seltzer

The Ultimate Interview

This is a nightmare; meet them at Starbucks, get dressed up, and fear my friends walking in-I was on the verge of throwing up. Family calling and saying things like “good luck and if it doesn’t work out it wasn’t for you” “what are you wearing, you have to look professional?”Oh everyone, just let me be, I am not even dressed yet!

I fly down to the center, park and realize I do not have change. Who cares at this point, let them tow the car it will give me something to do for the afternoon. LOL.

I go in and there she is with him, the ceo. He is very preppy and has a monotone voice, she is bubbly and outgoing. She is very business like but her voice was now matching her appearance. He is talking and I keep thinking, “This is a Seinfeld episode with a low talker.” He loves himself, his company, everything he has ever done and more.

“What do you think you could bring to this company?” the dreaded question. I push it into over drive. “I am a very hard worker, I love going around town and meeting new people, I find that helping people with their business is so fulfilling,blah, blah, blah!

 It was over, I thanked them and left.

 ~Pink