K.Y.M.S.

My mantra for the next two days is going to be "keep your mouth shut." I got the job and there is no such thing as putting in a notice in sales jobs. Even if there was I would not bother, I start my new job Monday.

Not the congratulatory tone I had when I blogged yesterday, and then lost the whole transcript, but this is how I feel this morning. My goal is to sell three cars between today and tomorrow at 6 pm, the last day selling cars in my life.

Peggy came over yesterday and it was as if she was reading my mind. I was telling her that what I wanted to do was plead with Gary to let me do ups, what did I have to lose? She's right, it would solve nothing. 

More on my mind is my desire to tell mike, the general sales manager, that it was immature and unprofessional laughing at my short term memory problems right in front of me. That is the reason I was being told my deals would be going through Michael. I was making too many mistakes when I was closing deals, and somebody was tired of it. I know Mike was, but not sure about Gary, and the third sales manager is no longer there. 

What Awaits Me:

If I had total freedom to choose my hours I would not have chosen any differently than what seems to be available. I have to work one weekend day, but then four days of ten hours, off three days in a row. As if that isn't great, I am almost certain I am going to have the TV addicts's schedule, noon to 10 pm. That also allows for me to workout in the morning and be a night owl after work if I'm so inclined. In a more real world what it means is that I'll be up at 6:30, leaving five productive hours befor I go to work.

 I wear a uniform, receiving three pants and five shirts. And I'm a teamster! 

John put in a video that was along the lines of, "are you sure you know what you're getting in to here?" I then sat with him and had narrowed down my scripted one-liners down to a couple, using both. He started out by delivering the question, "why are you interested in this job?"

"I'm tired of being in sales," I said. "Have you ever been in sales?"

"Years ago I tried to sell Fords, and only lasted a few months," he said. 

There's a funny lune I've used numerous times here when I have a customer. "All I can do is fuck it up at this point." That's what my new mantra was as I tuned out quick responses, maintained vigilant eye contact, (and he never looked away), and actively listened to his every word.

I told Peggy, or maybe I wrote it in one of my books, that I'm great at interviewing for shitty jobs. That's just funny. The key to interviewing is to get them talking. Somebody is buying and somebody is selling, and if they are talking they are selling the job, and talked and talked and I just kept eye contact and showed I was listening dith subtle expressions.

11:00:

I mad a proposal to one guy, am supposed to follow up with a woman on Monday as to what Rogues we have in stock, have a serious buyer scheduled for Tuesday, blah blah... My friend Boris is going to take me to lunch surreptitiously at some point today. Good thing I write these things out ahead of time because I just decided I will not tell him tomorrow is my last day. Loose lips sink ships. 

I'm feeling 80% over the cold and not at all tired. I'm feeling good! I've perched myself in an empty office off of service instead of in my office where I just watch the other reps take ups. 

Been reading about the 70th anniversary of D-day and other fine distractions on my iPad. I still want to sell three cars in the next day and a half, one today and two tomorrow. Might have to revise that but not yet. 

Peggy has tickets to a stand up show tomorrow and I would love that but I need some money. If I sell something after 4:00 I could be here past 8:00 and the show starts at 7:00. We did conform the Arboretum Sunday.