I am not a salesman and I never will be.
I don’t like pushing things on people that they don’t necessarily want or even need.
I hate how perfectly normal people walk onto a sales floor and become backstabbers, liars, and exhibit other immoral traits just to hit a quota.
I hate the stigma people have towards salespeople, no matter how accurate it may be.
I like HELPING people. A novel concept in the sales world.
My happiest moment at work is not when I convince a customer to buy a Blackberry when all they came in for was a basic phone. Nor is it when I have the best numbers.
My happiest moments have been quite different from those.
A man came into the store a few weeks ago and asked to speak with me. The customer said I had helped him before and he respected my input. He said I impressed him when I told him that I was not a salesman – I was there to help him. He said that really stuck out and he would always come back and ask for me.
A few days later another customer continuously thanked me for being “personable, professional, and helpful.”
These are my proudest moments. When I step above the games, politics, and shadiness that is the sales profession.
Don’t get me wrong, I like a lot of things about the company I work for and I wouldn’t mind holding a different position within the company, but I will NOT being doing this job forever. I WILL move on to better and brighter things, but until I do I’m going to continue to be myself. I will do the right thing.
I will try to remember that although I don’t like my job, I shouldn’t beat myself up too much because I’ve worked hard and taken pride in my work. And above all else I never became the creepy, shady salesman I was afraid I would become when I started this job.