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Saturday, February 26, 2005 · posted at 2:43 AM

I'm not only the Hair Club president, I'm also a member.

It must be incredibly hard to be a salesperson.

Today I met a pharmaceutical rep. Apparently there's no specific degree needed to be a rep, just training and a sociable personality. Oh and you need to be able to sell your product, and sell it well.

While his whole spiel was pretty convincing in and of itself, when he mentioned that he also uses this prescription medication, ears perked up and suddenly the rep and the product had a lot more cred. I think the most important duties of a salesperson are to know the product, believe in the product, and get the customer to believe in the product (i.e. believe in the salesperson).

Contrast this pharmaceutical rep with the salesman I met at the Snowboard and Ski Sale this weekend.

Picture mullet, Jeff Foxworthy mustache, rail thin build, tucked in t-shirt and tapered jeans. Am I really supposed to believe that this guy is the end all, know all of snowboard equipment? Especially after I asked if they carry Convert pants and he goes, "Con-vert?"

Why is this guy just kicking back while I'm shoving my feet into boots and clearly not knowing what I'm doing? Then I noticed I was sitting down and leaning over my feet while wearing a v-neck shirt. Boobage alert. Which led to the question...

Why is this guy looking down my shirt when there is nothing to see? Whatever commission he earns from each sale would definitely triple/quadruple or raise to the power of 5 the value of seeing my dinky A's.

Needless to say, I ended up not buying anything. I mean, I'm a newbie to all this gear too, but at least I can tell the difference between a men's 6.5 and a women's 6.5, which is more than I can say about this guy. Seriously, did he go to the The Cosby Show school of sale?

They say that if a product is good enough, it'll sell itself. But the product can't talk... a salesperson can. Lie to me if you must, but you better damn well believe it yourself.



	Saturday, February 26, 2005 · posted at 2:43 AM I'm not only the Hair Club president, I'm also a member. It must be incredibly hard to be a salesperson. Today I met a pharmaceutical rep. Apparently there's no specific degree needed to be a rep, just training and a sociable personality. Oh and you need to be able to sell your product, and sell it well. While his whole spiel was pretty convincing in and of itself, when he mentioned that he also uses this prescription medication, ears perked up and suddenly the rep and the product had a lot more cred. I think the most important duties of a salesperson are to know the product, believe in the product, and get the customer to believe in the product (i.e. believe in the salesperson). Contrast this pharmaceutical rep with the salesman I met at the Snowboard and Ski Sale this weekend. Picture mullet, Jeff Foxworthy mustache, rail thin build, tucked in t-shirt and tapered jeans. Am I really supposed to believe that this guy is the end all, know all of snowboard equipment? Especially after I asked if they carry Convert pants and he goes, "Con-vert?" Why is this guy just kicking back while I'm shoving my feet into boots and clearly not knowing what I'm doing? Then I noticed I was sitting down and leaning over my feet while wearing a v-neck shirt. Boobage alert. Which led to the question... Why is this guy looking down my shirt when there is nothing to see? Whatever commission he earns from each sale would definitely triple/quadruple or raise to the power of 5 the value of seeing my dinky A's. Needless to say, I ended up not buying anything. I mean, I'm a newbie to all this gear too, but at least I can tell the difference between a men's 6.5 and a women's 6.5, which is more than I can say about this guy. Seriously, did he go to the The Cosby Show school of sale? They say that if a product is good enough, it'll sell itself. But the product can't talk... a salesperson can. Lie to me if you must, but you better damn well believe it yourself.	Recent Posts Just not that into you. Every season I pick one re... Hair-raiser. At the risk of sounding like a Long H... Retract those claws.Evelyn: Well, I wonder where M... Beautifully Human. I went to the Jill Scott conce... Author's Note: Usually I renounce Valentine's Day ... Allow me to introduce you to my pukey face.And it ... One night stand. Most women think it's completely... Just say no and other taglines. Let me introduce y... Anything you can do I can do better. I can do any... How old would you be if you didn't know how old yo... Morning news babie goose ryan bluemouse daves son dawntaught desiree diorama emily escadawg galveric high entropy invisible cube jepgato kyellow lilly mhuang mogbert nudream starfish + coffee verbivore Archives March 2004 April 2004 May 2004 June 2004 July 2004 August 2004 September 2004 October 2004 November 2004 December 2004 January 2005 February 2005 March 2005 April 2005 May 2005 June 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 November 2005 December 2005 January 2006 February 2006 March 2006 April 2006 May 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 November 2006 January 2007 March 2007 April 2007 November 2008

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