Now calm down. Before you grab your gel-point pen and stab me in the eye, allow me to explain this odd comparison.
When I was a penniless, homeless-bound single mom, I took the only job I could find. A commission earning car salesperson. My other choice was to work outdoors on the corner of Dundas and Queen, however, I'm not really commercially attractive and look horrifying naked—even to drunk convention goers.
With a gazillion cars to choose from, Internet savvy car buyers don't exactly drop into a dealership and buy the first car they see. They drive every car on the lot, want to see every payment option, cash, finance, lease, balloon payment, sunny-side up, fried, or scrambled,. Wait, I think I'm talking about me now. I began my relationship with each customer sunny side-up and after days and weeks of dealing with their demands ended up feeling fried and scrambled.
Working alongside twelve other commission only colleagues, one must be very clever about marketing your services.
Don't sell, don't eat.
To be continued...
Causes Leslie Scott Supports
Humane society, cancer research, youth mentorship, homeless shelters