Regional Sales Person of the Week
It’s true. One holiday break in college I earned the award for highest sales by a Cutco Knives employee.
“Yeah, right,” you say? If I hadn’t been there, I wouldn’t believe it either.
My holiday break was five weeks long, and I had decided during first semester I should get myself a job. Scouring “want” ads, for the first time in my life, I ran across one calling for competitive, team players. It couldn’t have sounded more perfect for me.
I went to the first informational “interview” and left pumping my fist in excitement but without a clue what the job would be. Two more meetings happened just like that and each time I would return home my mom would ask, “So what is the job?” and I would say, “I have absolutely no idea, but I think it’ll be great!”
By the time I got to the meeting that explained I would be a door-to-door-cold-calling knife saleswoman it was two weeks into break and I didn’t have another option.
So knives it was. Cutting pennies with scissors, demonstrating the tomato-slicing power of arguably the sharpest knives in the world, and sales became my new gig.
I called all my family and friends sounding desperately broke from college, and they let me into their homes with my knives. They’ll all tell you that the knives they bought from me that winter are the best knives in their kitchen, but I know that’s not why they bought them.
They bought knives from me because they supported me. I won a sales award because I have a large, generous family and good close friends who have always answered my calls of solicitation. I’m really blessed that way.
Times haven’t changed all that much. My family and close friends have been an enormous part of the initial sales for my book, and I could not be more appreciative.
I am worried though.
I had a convenient out from my sales job when I was in college. I was in college, and it was only a winter break adventure. I made my family and friend sales and I quietly walked away. I was so relieved, because I hated selling…even to those people who would have just handed me the money for nothing in return.
I still HATE selling. I love writing and speaking, but I HATE selling. The only problem with this is that selling/marketing/ advertising/ promoting…they are part of the writer’s job description.
Maybe it will get easier…maybe since the first few weeks have gone okay, I won’t be the only person talking about needing to buy this book. I hate talking like that.
A friend asked me the other day about my sales goals for the book.
I don’t know. Some…to people who want to feel like they are not the only one going through the tough parts of life. Some…to people who enjoy stories to which they can relate. Some…to people who like my writing style. How’s that for a sales goal?
I don’t like putting numbers to my words, but I do believe in the message and product I’m selling.
The knives I sold are not the only knives people own, but they are important to their kitchen set. I hope people might feel the same way about my book. (plus, I doubt the book will send any of my family members to the emergency room:)