| Two Sisters Remember the Bookfield |
| April 20, 2007 |
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My sister and I were just laughing today, remembering how horrible it was. We went into it together, of course not knowing what it would really be like. We thought we would sell some books and then hang out together. We only saw each other at breakfast for the first 8 weeks, until finally we just started blowing the whole thing off. You just have to take the whole experience and laugh about it because what else can you do? It was the craziest, loneliest, scariest, most underappreciated “job” a person could have. I remember one Sunday we were sitting in McDonalds eating 99 cent double cheeseburgers and jealously watching a guy clean up the trays at the garbage bin, because he had such an easy job (that paid by the hour). I stunk at selling too because I couldn’t get myself to do the “emotional” sell that you have to do in the poorer neighborhoods like I had. My sister had nice neighborhoods and was great at selling but she just never bought into the cult-like mentality either. The 2-3 best sales people in our group were all classic jerks from top to bottom. A couple of kids in our group died in a car accident driving across the state to our Sunday meeting. The two “best” sales people didn’t come to the service because it would have ruined their routines. That was a perfect example of what they were like. Yeah, I learned a lot about sales people, and a lot about people in general. Sometimes the worst experiences teach us the most, but I wouldn’t let my kids do it I don’t think. |