Pounding the pavement alone….

OK…well I have convinced her I can go out on my own. How hard could it be, go in drop of some paperwork, introduce myself, get acquainted with the store-cake!

Get dressed and get all my forms organized. Check in the mirror-I look great and I head out the door. First stop, someone I know.

Well, he is not there. Leave a bunch of stuff, get their business card, give them mine and tell them I will be in touch. Head to my car-write down the info & smoke. Not so bad, only 300 more to go.

Next stop, walk in ask to speak with the person in charge of marketing and advertising and then gentlemen if we can call him that) just says NO. I am sorry what do you mean by NO; he states it again-NO. I am about to start punching this guy, holding it all in I reply. “No, he is not here or No I cannot speak to him?”

The guy just starts yelling for me to leave-obviously someone has had a bad day and if I wasn’t holding my business cards. I think I would have pounded him. Literally. I leave and think-the economy shomony people have gotten rude in this day and age and where the hell did customer service go?

In my car, I pull away and drive in circles through town wondering what to do and where to go? I finally pull in to a kid’s place, which I think should be a lot smoother then where I just left, good lord!

I walk up with all my forms and paperwork and ask the same question “I was just wondering if I could talk with the person who is in charge and leave off some information?”  Her response “there not here”, my response “well who are they and do they have a name?” No, she says and takes the stuff-“I will give it to them”

I leave immediately and head home-this job sucks and I am not a loser although I play one when doing sales. LOL Nightmare of a day-

Pink~

Her First Day Alone~

Oh, it was her first day alone! It’s like gently nudging the little one out of the nest to fly on their own.  I was confident that with her training, genuine easy-going nature and contacts in town, she would have a GREAT day. It’s not like I expected the poor soul to sell anything, but she just might hit it out of the park. God, if she did, I would look really, really bad. Oh well, then I would know if I just sucked with this type of media or if it really was the economy, the rates, the product (and it goes on and on and on and on.)

Plus, I had a lot to do so I was glad to have the free time.

I decided to check in and was excited to hear that she had a great day. She picked up the phone and I remember something like screaming.

Her: “Oh my God! It was awful, just awful! All I could think was I am going to quit!”

Me: (inside, “ok. I better fix this.”) outside: “What do you mean? What happened!”?

People were actually rude to her and some would not even give her the name of who was in charge of the advertising. My first thought was, “Ugh, that a**hole told her to ask that stupid cheesy question that NO ONE answers today!” Regardless, only she could have had such a horrendous day. I mean very, very few women get “thrown out.” And she’s so NICE. This makes absolutely no sense. I can’t BELIEVE it.

She did however turn the frustration and screaming into what one might call an assertive sales tactic. She contacted a friend who was on the board of one of the places where the woman was rude to her. (I later found out the woman also whipped something across the room to express her frustration with a customer call. Clearly, “my girl” was not the problem here!) She DEMANDED a meeting with the people in charge to get her an ad. Damn.  She’s going to sell an ad if she kills someone to do it.

Oh, I hope her next day is better.

Seltzer~

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2nd Day of Training~

It was time for another day of training and I was starting to realize just how horrible this job must be to someone on the outside. Well, maybe she won’t notice!  

As I was telling her some of my best stuff, she kept saying, “yup.” Hell, who were we kidding – was it time for lunch? That was where we really shined anyway. I promised her my tongue wouldn’t blow up.

I think this lunch was the first one that started the transformation of our relationship from boss/employee to “girls just wanna have fun.” I don’t remember what story it was that began the side-splitting laughter, but this was where it all began. And it was at the Olive Garden, which was even funnier because we both love it and it seems so … unsophisticated.

 ~Seltzer

A not so Italian Day

It was raining out and she had called in the morning, I told her I was going to go out to a few more places. Later she calls and she is in West Hartford, I immediately think she is stalking me to make sure I am going into establishments…Oh god. I ask if she wants to meet for lunch-something about lunch, we are always good at this. LOL

 She say’s fine and we decide on Olive Garden, Oh my god-Olive Garden YUCK. This is a disgrace for all Italians out there and she is Italian, as well. Oh well, at least it will take up time and I won’t have to go into any more places for the day.

She comes in and has on an ORANGE long sweater, yes you heard me right. I could never in a million years wear this sweater; I would be mistaken for some sort of Pumpkin on the loose. She actually can pull it off, even the waitress comments on it. WOW– I am shocked, the police would probably use a stungun on me. LOL

 As we sit and talk our conversation turns to family and life, not really business. I learn her sister has passed away and now she is telling some story about a guy who is going to lose his dog to cancer. She strikes me as abrupt and “It is what is” very matter of fact-I am still unsure as to what type of person she is and if we could ever be friends outside of this horrible job?

 She is so bubbly and nice and talking and laughing, I just want to say-My god, this job sucks and come to grips with yourself. It’s hell!! I say nothing and we do laugh a little more, lunch ends-she is off to appointments-I however; am going straight home….ummm it’s raining for god’s sake!!!

~Pink

 

The Tongue Incident~

This was just bizarre and this is where it all began. At that time, I’m not sure I knew “it,” but this was “it.” I took her out on a full day of prospecting. It went really well. No one was rude and we had a chance to actually sit and talk to a few quasi-decision makers, and someone even said they were interested. Yes! So, it was a success and I’m sure she picked up a lot of insight. Once she got the hang of the whole “on the road” thing in outside sales, she would be fine.

(I think I remember that she told her husband she was so uncomfortable from the first time we went out. It got hot and we didn’t take our blazers off. Her, I’m not sure why. Me, I didn’t shave that week and I had no sleeves on my shirt! She told me her husband called to ask about her day and she yelled at him, “I can’t talk to you right now. I’m uncomfortable!” I think the audio of her saying that playing over in my head was the first time I got a deep chuckle from this hysterical person I think of a soul sister. (Gitchy gitchy ya ya.)

She asked if I wanted lunch. Of course! I was starving! The restaurant she picked was in the same location as a restaurant that I had gotten food poisoning at. I chuckled secretly to myself and confidently agreed to go there because, hey, it’s a different place now. I once again wolfed my food down and we proceeded to drive away so she could get her kids. If it was only that simple.  . .

My tongue felt like it was blowing up. Not like the whole thing and not like it was going to explode, but I could feel a small, hard ball at the end of it. “That’s weird,” I’m thinking. “I don’t remember that ball there before.” I’m having a private conversation in my head and pressing my tongue between my teeth to determine if this is a ball, if it is growing, if it hurts. What the heck?! I decide to get realistic AND I remembered my horoscope – yes – my horoscope. My horoscope for that day indicated that all my “i”s would be dotted and “t”s crossed, but nothing would prepare me for the interruption I would have and it would be (verbatim) “a doozy and I better think quick about how to deal with it.” Oye, now I become George Castanza from Seinfeld and proceed to overreact.

See, I had two allergic reactions in my life that made my lips and face swell. The last time I had this happen the doctor said, “Well, it’s something you ate and when it happens again, it will get progressively worse. We can stick you with a bunch of needles to determine the allergy or you can carry Benadryl with you.” I also promptly remembered my mother having a reaction to seafood and getting rushed to the hospital where they told her she almost died from asphyxiation as her tongue had swelled. So I begin to scramble for Benadryl in my bag and calmly ask her if there is a clinic in the area. Unbeknownst to me, she doesn’t do well in extreme situations. Actually, she doesn’t do well even in mild situations. Now that I know her, and she has mentioned this several times, it is a miracle of God the she gave childbirth.

She starts to scream at me “A clinic. NO. Why do you need a clinic? Well, there’s UCONN. Do you want to go there??!!!???!!”

Me: “No, if we have to drive to UCONN it might take too long. Where is there a walk-in clinic? My tongue is blowing up.”

She: “Your tongue is blowing up. Why? What’s wrong? Oh my GOD. You need a clinic. Why do you need a clinic?”

Me: “It’s okay. Don’t worry. I just need to go to a walk-in to make sure it’s okay.”

Well after all the drama, a walk-in was literally around the corner. Phew. I knew they would take me right away and I told her just to take my car to get her little monkey. She called him her “four –year old thing” and told me he acted like a mafooch and looked like Sammy the Bull Gravano. I could not WAIT to meet this kid. Off we both went as I profusely apologized. She didn’t know why I was apologizing, and I’m not so sure I did either, but I just hate it when people feel uncomfortable!

It turned out just fine and I took the Claritin that was in my bag (note to self: put lots of Benadryl in the bag!) The doctors were a little standoffish and didn’t even want to touch my tongue. I kept sticking out and saying, “Can you see it?” They would kind of back away. What was that all about? I wanted them to put a latex glove on and squeeze my tongue so they could feel it. How else could they diagnose it!

She makes it back with “Sammy” – oh my God – this kid does look like him and is the cutest Chubaka you’ve ever seen. Apparently my condition caused quite a ruckus at pick-up time at daycare. We laughed all the way home and I tried not to scare her kid. After all, I’m the lady whose tongue just “blew up” and he’s four. His visual is tissue and blood all over the place.

She FaceBook’d about it that night and got LOTS of response. I guess these things happen to her… Ahh, gotta love sales training.

~Seltzer

It has been said, that everywhere I go there are dilemmas and that statement is VERY true. This day would be like any other in my life, drama filled.  I am heading out with her to go on sales calls. Oh fun! Anyway, she picks me up at my house and off we go. She has a list of places and her car has papers everywhere of clients and people and articles and stuff, there is definitely a method to her madness.

Driving around we are hitting several places, in and out of the car, in and out–annoying! Then she is dialing her phone with a blue tooth and talking, this girl is all business and she is fast. I am more of the turtle and she is the hare. I still get there but in my own fashion.

Finally after circling a huge parking lot in New Britain for what seemed like hours and then walking another mile to get to the office we were looking for, I am exhausted. You see when you run your own company, like I did, you plot these things out….this would have been a day trip for me. LOL, but it was actually our last stop and so we decided to head back to town for lunch.

We eat and talk and I can tell we are comfortable with each other and there is something about her that is very intriguing. Almost like, we should have been friends for years. We finish lunch and head to the car. I have to go and pick up my son at 3:00 and it is like 2:45.

Driving she says, “Heather is there a walk-in clinic around here?”

Me: “WHAT…WHAT’S the matter?!@

She: “I think I may be having an allergic reaction to something I just ate~”

Me: Are you KIDDING, OMG this is horrible, do you want to go to UCONN, how can you tell?”

 She: My tongue is swelling.

 Me: Are you kidding me, are you going to die? What!!! OMG this is horrible, what do we do. OMG turn around and go to the clinic up the street-

There was a lot more screaming and yelling, but it is blurred at this point for me.

All I keep thinking is what if she dies and I am with her and OMG!

She does a U-turn in the street and we head back to the clinic, we walk in and there she goes up to the desk and tells them the problem, she then turns to me and tells me to take her car and go get my son.

I fly out of there and to his daycare. Run in and tell him “we have to go quick, the lady I work with, her tongue just blew up in the car.we have to go quick!” His response like any other 4 yr old, “What mama, her tongue blew up and there is blood and guts all over?” No, no I have no time to explain this, just get in the car with your bike and all your bags.

We head back to the clinic and wait. While waiting he is convinced when she comes out her tongue will be gone and she will just have a head. Wait, wait, wait, finally she comes out and it turns out everything will be ok. He keeps checking her face. LOL.

I had to Facebook that evening and no one who knows me was really surprised, after all it’s just a day in the life of ME!

Pink~

On the Road with “Him”

I think the fist on-the-road training day she was out with the boss. She must have asked him a few questions because he texted me and then called me to tell me to “Keep it simple. Only give her information she needs.” The boss was afraid I had overwhelmed her and I’m sure I did, but I think understanding the Big Picture is really important. Plus, she’s smart enough to get it and professional enough to ask when she doesn’t. “Okay, I’ll keep it simple.”

He asked if she was going to be okay and I felt like reminding him that we hadn’t been able to get anyone to work for us yet, so uh, yeah. “She’ll be fine.” I think he was surprised that she actually had ideas and voiced them when they were with some major clients. This is what I LOVED about her. She had IDEAS and wasn’t afraid to share them. Now that’s what sells anything – ideas and genuine caring. That’s my girl!

~Seltzer 

Another Glorious Day in Sales

 Going out with the “low talker” today, how exciting! First we get in his van, yes he drives a minivan and I keep thinking to myself, this is wrong on every level. We head out to the hospital to see some big client. As we navigate through the building, I can tell he is lost. He denies and keeps walking-weird, but okay!

Finally we make it into the office and I am introduced as a new sales person. The woman immediately connects with me just by sight and he begins talking. I sit and listen and listen and listen. Finally she asks a couple of questions and I literally can’t take it anymore, I pipe in and start shooting off suggestions. One after another after another, he looks over at me, wide eyed and almost in disbelief! I keep talking, I am not an idiot and he has not just created the wheel, he needs to listen to her and he is not.

Finally the meeting ends and she walks us out. She is talking to me and we are laughing about something.

We get to the car and he says, “Now, that is how you make a sale!” Are you kidding, maybe I missed something, but I certainly did not walk away thinking that, oh well–maybe I am wrong!

~Pink

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Day One of Training (A.K.A. The Day the Animals Died)


Another benefit of working from your home is that you get to train in comfort. I sent her a ton of stuff to look over. I know it was a lot, but it’s better to digest it all and then come prepared – right? I’ve got all my stuff and I figure it will be just an easy day of training, but I have one sales call to make before she comes.  “Damn,” I thought. “I’m on a roll and I hate having to leave the house. It’s such an interruption!” (Ah, you could use a sale dummy) but now I clearly understand it was my gut telling me there would be no sale.

I drive to the home-based business (strike one, but understandable given the nature of the work) of a woman whose father has been battling an illness. She was kind enough to schedule amidst the back and forth with her father. The business section of the property was locked so I walk toward a mildly run-down older home with an addition on it (strike two – probably has a small budget). I press the doorbell and was glad that the sleeping dog did not awake. Hmmm, the bell doesn’t work. I’ll try the front door. I get to the front door and ring when I see a tiny beautiful, but dead, bird on the doorstep. The internal dialogue starts:

“Oh, how pretty. Poor little thing. God, if I was the woman, I would be embarrassed if someone came to my house and there was a dead bird on the doorstep. Maybe she has a cat. No… it doesn’t look shredded. No sign that it hit the wall. Should I kick it off the stoop so she doesn’t see it? God, but what if she sees me and then thinks I’m just horribly mean. Well, I’ll just smile when she answers the door. Maybe I can make a joke? No. Better not.”

No answer.

I leave one of those bulls**t messages that hide the fact you really want to tell them to go to hell for standing you up. “Hi xxx. I had you on my calendar today, but maybe I was mistaken. I will be in the area for a while (lie) so give me a call if you are still available.” I decide to try the back part of the house again where the dog was. I go to the door and knock very hard. While I am doing so the owner calls apologizing profusely that she had to rush her father to the hospital. Her voice starts to shake. I feel just awful … and then I notice that the sleeping dog does not move. I can’t believe this. A dying father, a dead bird and a dead dog!!!! I knock really, really hard. No movement. I look really, really close. His tongue is hanging out and his eyes are open. It’s all I can do not to say, “Holy s**t lady. Your dog is dead too!” Thank God I keep my big mouth shut and run for my life.

I don’t know whether to cry or laugh, but all I know is that this is so bizzarro I just have to tell someone. When she gets to my house for training, I tell her this crazy story. I’m not much of a crier so I’m kind of laughing. I think she’s a little horrified because she doesn’t laugh at all. I think, “Okay, I’ll be quiet now.”

After stuffing her with oodles of information, it was time to stuff ourselves with some food. We ordered pizza and I wolfed it down. (I really need to stop that. I think it freaks people out – not necessarily grosses them out, but has the potential to.) Anyway, we talked a little outside of work, but not a lot and I was thankful for this. My last hire was a communications nightmare. I loved her personality and wit, but she digressed for a solid 20 minutes about 5 minutes into each phase of training. Plus, this was my big chance to implement an effective sales process to create successful employees and a successful company. What the hell was I so serious for? It seems like a hundred years ago.

She started to glaze over after hour 4 and said she had to go home and get her kids. Ewe . . .  I know, I know, kids are important and they’re fun as heck, but that’s the hard a** in me. Work, work, work while you’re on the clock. Funny though, she mentioned to me that she had a very strong work ethic and I knew that to work in the entertainment field creating what she did she HAD TO HAVE a strong work ethic. I wasn’t concerned. Go get your munchkins.

Seltzer

First Day on the Job

I am told to be at her house at 10:00am on Monday to go over training stuff. Ok fine, but I will be in casual clothes and be comfortable. I drive out to the house and as I pull up, I am amazed. Wow, she lives here? It was beautiful! The house was stunning with a giant circular driveway overlooking a lake. Mental note to self…she is not being invited over my house.

I ring the bell, she opens the door. She is standing in business attire with big puffy white slippers on and begins this story, “I just got back from a clients and as I walked up the step-there was a dead bird on the walk. I wanted to kick it out of the way so the client wouldn’t be embarrassed, but I didn’t. Then I kept ringing the bell and knocking and no one was coming to the door, but I could see her dog.so I kept ringing the bell and knocking…BUT then I noticed the dog was dead, it’s tongue was hanging out and it was dead…finally my cell rang and it was the client and she had to take her father to the hospital and he was dying!”

Are you kidding me I thought to myself…this is crazy. I don’t want this freaking job! I inhale and follow her out to the kitchen where she proceeds to overload my brain with sales lingo, rates, one sheets, customer service templates, web passwords, etc.

We eat lunch, we finally finish up and we head to her garage where she piles loads and loads of stuff into my arms for the job. This is not what I had bargained for, why all this paper and stuff…OMG, I am in ad sales overload. I get in the car and drive home.

Pink

The offer~

All I can say, it was easy – wayyyyyy too easy.  I should have known that this was not going to be a usual – anything. We had interviewed people and offered jobs to a handful. Everyone was freaked out about making money. And I get it. “We’re not here to make friends. We’re here to make money.” (I have to be a little pissed at someone to say this, but the truth hurts.) So, when I offered her the small weekly salary and higher commission, she said, “Okay, I’ll take it.” There was not even a hesitation. I know she came from money. Maybe she doesn’t need the money– God, she’s perfect!

We set up our training time and I prepared to overwhelm her with information. Ahhh, you gotta love the sales training process!

~Seltzer

Flat screen

She called, offered me the job, I accepted and would start on Monday! The problem was I didn’t even really understand the position; I wanted a job for extra cash, besides Christmas was coming.

I called everyone I know and made the position sound much grander then it actually was, but for now I would have some extra cash and I had solved one of my problemos!

 ~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

The Phone Call

When she picked up, she sounded kind of … anxious, but after a few words, not crazy. Maybe she ran to the phone or had to frantically find it in a pile of something. I asked her to tell me a little bit about her background and realized quickly that she was genuine and did leave the insurance industry to pursue her dream. Nice.

She rambled a bit, but nothing major. She was totally real. As I look at my notes on the resume, I see things like “not risk averse” (well, thank God because she can’t be with this company) “pitched toughies” (is that like big men wearing a snuggie?) “What u see is what u get” (yes, with the “u”s and I think she actually said that.) “needs action/passionate/creative”

If she wasn’t already hitting my hot buttons, she talked genuinely (there’s that word again) about how much her and her friends loved our product. I needed that more than anything. I loved our product too, but when you’re out on the streets, sometimes you wonder…

I told her I would call her back, but I knew we were going to interview her. I just had to give the report to El Jefe.

 –Seltzer

Set up a Phone Interview

 After a couple emails back and forth…she set up a phone interview. Ohhh goddd, that means I have to get my 4 yr old out of the house and get a babysitter, because I am actually going to act professional and this would not happen with him around. Oh I could just see it now, “Mama, put on Dora, Mama I have to poop, Mama…”  I have to get rid of him and quick.

 The call was for 11:00am.I quickly drove him to my in-laws in Southington (25 mins away) and returned at exactly 10:59. My husband texted me “good luck” and I waited for the phone to ring.

 As I waited, I Googled her name and saw her picture. This wasn’t going to be as easy. She looked like someone who should work in the Whitehouse and strict and mean! Just then the phone rang…friendly voice, but all business.

 I was off guard; I was staring at her picture on the computer but not associating the voice. I was rambling trying my hardest to convince her I could sell anything. I loved her company, which was true, but definitely not as much as I lead on. HELLO…I am trying to get a job!

 Finally the conversation was coming to an end (thank god) and she said she would call me back. Phew, it was over and I could go back to doing what I do, eating. Popped in an éclair and headed to pick up my son in Southington.

Pink

How To Blow Your Chances of Getting An Interview

How To Blow Your Chances of Getting An Interview

 
In today’s economy, it’s possible that you are blasting out resumes as fast as you can saying “I need a job.” I had the great fortune of contacting someone who sent me a resume’ for a sales position and it was clear that he neither remembered what job he had applied for and quite frankly, didn’t seem to care. The conversation fell into the category of “unbelievable” and it took every ounce of will power to stay on the phone. After all, I had a long day and I didn’t have time for this garbage.
 
I figure we can all learn from these blunders.  Below are some examples of what NOT to do when a prospective employer calls you.
 
Don’t act annoyed when you don’t know who the person is on the other line. Chances are when someone gives you their name and the company they’re are from — you’ve sent in a resume. Duh…
Don’t come off as if you have absolutely no idea what company is calling. Even if you have applied for 1,000 jobs, find a way to remember where you’ve sent your resume. Duh …

Don’t say, “Yeah” when you finally hear or understand the company name. Shouldn’t you maybe thank the person for calling or go into some questions about the job? Perhaps try to get an interview? Duh …

Don’t abruptly and arrogantly ask, “So, tell me what this job is all about.” Did you read the job description? If you have any related experience (which you obviously would if you are getting a call) you should at least be able to ask a more intelligent question. Duh …

Don’t say, “So tell me what ABC company is again.” Are you kidding me? You applied to a job and you don’t know what the company does?  Duh …

Don’t ask, “So if I looked on the website, what would I see? Wow. I’m speechless Duh …

Don’t tell the caller that their position is “a dime a dozen” and “I can sell anything.” Well Bucko, you sure as heck haven’t sold yourself.

Seriously, when you are looking for a job, do the research even before you apply. Make notes about key things that relate to your background, experience and interests. Read the annual report, about us and staff bios. You never know if you know someone through six degrees of separation or could tie a fact in about the annual report during that initial conversation. That may be all you need to land an interview.

Somewhere, keep a list handy of all the postions you have applied to and a copy of the cover letter. Lastly, only answer the phone if you are in the mood and in an appropriate place to talk. If not, it’s okay to let it go to voice mail. Having a conversation when you are not ready and you only have one chance to make a good impression could rob you of that one chance to get an interview.  Plus, it’s a small world. I will surely remember this gentleman’s name as one person to never consider hiring.

Seltzer

Considering the above advice, all seems good to me. 

However, just a side note- Does anyone really want to work, really? Or is it possible we all have to work in order to pay for things like bills, taxes, daycare, food, clothing, household items, and many more things.

I personally think if we all had enough money to support our lifestyles and did not have to do anything for it, things would be different. But because that is the way we live here on earth and we are all not financially set for life..we must get a job and we must pay our bills. So no matter how much it kills you when searching for a job-keep in mind the above points that Seltzer made!

Please note if by chance you do hit the almighty Powerball, then immediately call me:)

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Hmmm … Interesting

Another resume pops into my e-mail. I’m both excited at the prospect of finding a sales person and wondering if the person I see on paper today will want a million dollar salary. UGH!

Good intro in the e-mail and no cover letter – thank God. Employers just want the meat. We’re not HR after all. A creative background in concept development (which I likened to script writing), local television production and as I scroll — insurance sales. Really? This girl made some changes to pursue a dream. Nobody bounces out of the security of the insurance industry for just nothing. Unless of course, they feel like their soul is dying. (Did I say that?) I know people who have been involved in the film industry, written television scripts and produced movies. You have to be tenacious to sell your ideas. The process is fraught with rejection and you are typically approaching heavy hitters. She’s perfect –especially the rejection part!

Is it just me or is this friggin product a bi*** to sell? And she lives in one of the areas we are trying to penetrate. Even better. A local (Is that like a townie? Will she have teeth? Well, of course, she lives in a rich town. Maybe she wears fur…) I digress. I sent her an e-mail, the only part of which I really remember is the first line: “Hmmm… interesting.” At the time, I didn’t think that was strange at all, but apparently I was wrong!

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Oh Goddd, a job!

A nightmare ruined my dream, literally. I had a dream I pursued it and then everything came to a halt because of the economy. That being said, I took the summer off to hang out with my boys day in and day out. Let’s just say by September -finances changed and I need some extra cash.

How would I write a resume’ that explained my past experience? I attempted it, it made me LOL and so onto Craigslist I went sending it out. I really could not see myself working for anyone else, but I needed the extra cash and thought what the hell-isn’t everyone in the same boat?

 I sent to every job on Craigslist because in my mind I was qualified for everyone. However, I hadn’t seen one that said “Make your own hours, be your own boss, do want you want to do, express your opinions daily, and get paid!” So I kept sending and sending and not getting any response!

 Until I received a response that said “Hmmmm..Interesting. Tell me more?” So I did and tried to explain my life, keeping it short, in about 4 sentences…I told everyone I received a response and they were happy for me, but at the time I didn’t really expect an outcome.

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