So, I just started in "the sales game" a few months ago. Well, that's not entirely true. I was a mortgage broker for 9 months of my life in 2005, but calling a broker a salesperson is like calling a lawyer a customer service representative. It did teach me, however, how to be a total douche to people that are just trying to eat their Salmon and brussel sprouts.
More accurately, I just started my first true sales job the first day of 2008. For the first couple of months, I have waded in the water hoping that something would come in the door of any substance even though the powers that be fully expect us to fail the first 6 months or so. Well, in the absence of any true sales, I have done everything that they've asked me to do. Need collections done? I'm your man. Got some paperwork hangin' around? Let me roll up my sleeves. Down a quart in your Volvo? Give me the keys. I'll take care of it. I've done everything over the past 3 1/2 months. Everything except sell, of course.
Until today. Today was one of those days when all of the frustrations are put aside and you remember why competition is so great and compelling in the first place. You could be the most uncompetitive, blase person in the Tri-State area and you can't tell me that the feeling of winning is the same as the feeling of losing. It's not even close. I have a sheet of paper in my cubicle of love that stares at me daily. It says "$1058" and it represents the amount of gross profit I need to generate a week to make my goal. To me, it's the score I need to beat to win the game. Well, there have been 15 games on the young season. I started out of the gate 0-11 but have gone 3-1 since. That, my friends, is progress. And I beat the hell out of the other team this week.
Until tomorrow...
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you're a go getter. I knew you'd smack the game sooner or later.
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