Desperate Sales

Desperate Sales

Customers (like children, animals, and slot machines) can smell desperation on a sales person. It fills the air like cheap perfume. The scent warns them off and they go to another. Only the cheap assed bastards make it through to the Desperate One. They take up all of your time, explaining this and complaining of that. Then, all they buy, if they purchase anything at all, is the cheapest piece of crap.

                All that time, almost wasted…

                But at least I got a sale.

                I tell you, customers can scent the desperation of a sales person. The good ones avoid you like the plague. With each customer that passes by, the stench gets worse and worse.

                But at least I am good enough to make the cheap fucks buy.

3/21/2007

This was back when I was working at Pearl Purgatory. See, I used to think that I was able to sell things to people. You know, make them want to buy something that they don't really need. 

I'm not. I am just not good at it. It requires a schmooze level that is then, and now, out of my grasp. Perhaps I will reach it someday, but I am unsure if I want to, or if I actually care to. It requires too much direct interaction with strangers, which I am not very good at.

See, what I am good at is making the things that people might want to buy, but don't actually need. I can write a story, or a poem... I create the jewelry and art out of other mediums. I prefer to be one of those creators, rather than the interface to the customer. 

I can still put on my sales mask when I need to, but after a bit, that whiff of desperation comes back, and customers, like children, animals, and slot machines *always* smell the desperation.