I quit after one day.
Back when I thought shlong=penis and schwanz=vagina, I would joke with my friends who get Schwan’s that they deliver all kinds of things, but it all tastes like fish.
I’ve learned and matured since then; witness my post up-thread for proof.
I may have found the mission that my mid-life-crisis self has been seeking.
As soon as I hit “Submit” on this post, I’m headed down to HR to turn in my resignation and I’m going right out the door and down to the Schawn’s warehouse to apply.
Just a few years ago, I had several Mormon friends take summer jobs selling pest control service door to door. Heck, they already had plenty of experience with door to door sales pitches, were clean-cut decent looking young guys who could charm the stay at home moms, and it was a whole lot easier than trying to sell religion! As far as I know, they did OK and made a decent amount of money.
You bet. There are manufacturer’s representatives (they sell things from different companies that might appeal to the same customer – like selling paint and pipes to hardware stores); the pharmaceutical representatives who go from doctor’s office to doctor’s office; even the beer distributors who get paid a salary to deliver the stuff but get a commission if they get the liquor store manager to order more than the usual.
<quietly files that away in the “hellish and unbearable” section>
