The auditorium was full of ambitious women in a selling mood. My endeavor was to become a representative for home sales in a plastics company. My manager and I took a seat in one of the rows of folding chairs in preparation for the presentation. Nothing could have prepared me.
The meeting started off with the introduction of a new product line. Demonstrations took place on how to convince my hostess and her friends that the new item was essential to their kitchen.
“To the homemaker, storage and organization is key. Remember to encourage the guests to invite you into their home. Don’t listen to the first three ‘No’s.’ That’s how we stay in business girls, by continuous demonstrations.”
This reminded me of my high school pep rallies.
Then came a testimonial. A manager stood before us heralding one of her newest recruits.
“Her husband is currently in the hospital and she has three children under five years of age. Her car broke down last week but still Veronica made it to her hostess’ home keeping her commitment.” One could almost hear the violin playing. Yes, I’m being sarcastic and I’m sorry. I find it distasteful to put a person on a pedestal.
No doubt my face reflected that deer in the headlights expression. This was more than information overload. This was sell, sell, and sell.
Trying to take in all this pomp and circumstance was over the top. My thoughts turned to Christians that have this same drive for sharing their love for Jesus. This was a turning point in my life. Passing on hope to someone for their benefit, not for my profit, deeply impacts me.
At one of my own demonstrations a guest challenged whether a container was water proof. Oh no, onfrontation! I held my breath as we put a camera into the container; trying to submerge it in a sink full of water. Thankfully it floated, but that was more stress than I needed.
Mine was a short-term business venture. We took that experience as a business loss at income tax time. I prefer not to force myself on others. Even the husband of my manager gave encouragement, but not in the sales realm. She didn’t care what he did as long as he didn’t bother her.
This was not for me. But it did a world of good for my spiritual growth.
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Awesome post, Julie !