How I ever ended up in sales is such a mystery to me. Okay, so I like people. I don't know a stranger. Somehow I come off confident, strong and independent (or so I've been told). But SALES?! Seriously?! Sales people drive me crazy - especially the persistent ones. So I tend to be a much more laid back, consultative type of sales person.
Except internally I'm dying. I get so over anxious I'm shocked I haven't dropped of a heart attack yet.
My new job is AWESOME. I love the people I get to work with everyday. Friendly, accommodating, cheerful and kind. What more could a girl like me want? Sales. That's what I want.
I'm so fiercely determined and competitive so that's what always lands me high scores on a sales personality test. What those tests really don't tell you is how insane the process can make a person like me. Remember my little problem with "hyperactivity"? Yeah, not really good in a long sales process. The waiting KILLS me. Although most good sales people also have ADD. Strange that those two things coincide. Unless you have a quick sales cycle, which I don't usually.
So I have two prospects to potentially close within the next week. I'm optimistically hopeful but trying not to get too confident. It's a highly competitive world out there.
Cross your fingers - momma needs a new dishwasher. And an ice maker. And a back screen door. Oh the list is so forever long it would spend any dime I ever made (and then some!)