Salesman, Death of. Not really. Because for some people it’s life itself. It is being around people, it is reading people, it is figuring out what they want. Some of the best salesmen I know are not the spray-tanned, stiff-haired, glad-handing sportcoated stereotypes you would think. They were big quiet geeks that somehow could figure out just exactly what someone would need. My favorite was a bespectacled guy in a Bloomsday tee shirt who knew how to get people to buy ultraexpensive maintenance contracts on their computers.
There is a sales man who sits by his phone all day. He is always making calls to his prospective clients, He wears a suit, a tie, and brand new black leather shoes every day. He wheres calvin klien cologne and is always pleasant. One day he gets a call from a client and they tell him that they have accepted his offer
The salesman traveled door to door, not really expecting any welcome at all. Most people just ignore when he knocks, or they just slam the door in his face.
Salesmen. They’re generally a hated thing. Nobody seems to really like them. They dread going to the used car lot, lest they be converged upon. The door-to-door salesmen dread being turned away at every door, not getting even a sniff at their product… But in general, salesmen can be a little sleazy.
But why are we so happy to buy things from commercials?
The guy knocked on my door and I didn’t answer. Leave me alone. GO AWAY! Who said you can interrupt my privacy for your business? You are so inconsiderate! ugh!!!
A salesman is the person who sells stuff, from simple hotdogs to anything you can imagine. Salesmen have all kinds of stuff you may be in need of, but of course, everything has a price.
One sunny Sunday morning a little salesman left his house. He stopped at the front porch, because something was very different. He didn’t know what it is, but somehow he was very frightened. He was so scared that he went right back into his house.
Trying days and hatred for the doorbells. How I loathe the days beginning and the eventuality of having to get out of bed at the start of each day. Someone bring an end to the repetitive madness that is my awful career. Please bring an end to traveling salesmen.
There once was wandering salesman,
who dreamed he was selling some vans.
He awoke with a fright
in the middle of the night
And found that he was in a band.
I was a the beach and I met a nice salesman who gave me a beautiful pair of sunglasses. I enjojed a lot the beach and it wasnt too bright because of my new sunglasses. When my cousin came he stole my sunglasses and I got very mad at him.
I am a salesman and I love my job. It doesn’t pay much but I love seeing and helping different people on a daily basis. I count money all day and restock shelves. Not everything I do is fun but almost everything is.
Walking through the lot I knew he’d appear, and I dreaded it. We’d dance around the topic making small talk as if either of us cared, as if there was no bottom line.
The thing about a salesman IS…if he’s going to be a success he MUST have a people person personality. He has to have the ability to leave everybody a little better and a little happier than when he found them…whether they buy his product or not…Being a successful salesman would be a tough and almost impossible job for someone with a negative attitude….For salesmen…Attitude is EVERYTHING!
My Daddy was a salesman. Matter of fact, my Daddy was the best salesman I’ve ever known. He knows how to read people and he knows exactly what to say to them to help them realize they must buy what he’s selling. What I love is how they never seem to know it wasn’t their idea to buy it.
i met a salesman in dire need of a flower i plucked one and gave ti to him and he ate it. thats when i knew he had a big heart. we’ve been best friends ever since
As a salesman, I’ve never been more tired in this job. I thought I was used to it, sales-talking to the customers but then, I guess I was wrong. There wouldn’t be a day that’s tiring with this work.
One day a salesman came home to sell some vacuum cleaners, he said madam, i’m very sure you need a cleaner at home, i have just the thing for you, works tirelessly, does an excellent job, leaves you panting with surprise and it comes at very low cost and maintenance. Not knowing that he was selling vacuum cleaners, i just looked at him and said, sorry i don’t keep dogs at home.
As the Salesman approached the door of the small white house, his hands became very sweaty, there were knots in his stomach; so much so that he felt as if he was going to throw up. His apprehension was evident.
He walked towards the door. Memorised his speech. Drilled through his head, as sweat covered his cheeks. He cleared his throat, and prepared to speak. He knocked. And knocked. “Hello madam, would you like..” *SLAM!* The door shuts on him. He repeats this again.
Everyone is a salesman. Even me, even you. You may think about it but in every situation you try to present yourself in a good light as seen by others. You “sell” yourself. so do I. I think it is in our nature.
Person who tries so hard to sell as much as can, convincing person. One who wants to get money. Following people all the way, being kind, can be rude. Can be snob sometimes as well. He/she may also be very unhappy, but doesn’t show it easily to customers.
I hate the salesman at first glance. He’s a pokey faced kind of guy, oozing. He grabs my hand and won’t let go, dragging me towards the car like it’s some kind of icon that needs worship.
He came to the door. He looked hot, but still cool, if you know what I mean. He had no bag. What was he selling? And was I buying? I needed a lot of things, but not material things. Which is why, since he had no bag, I decided to let him in.
A salesman suppose to persuade someone to buy something. Their very organized and up to speed on style. They try to get the customer to buy something that they weill not regret in the future. Their very outgoing and have excellent communication skills.
He knocked the door and waited for someone to open it. He adjusted his attire and stood in the most perfect manner his grandmother taught him. His head is filled with memory of that morning. His boss gave him the warning. “No. That won’t happen. I will make this sale happen. I will do anything to get this sale. Anything.” he thought.
An old lady opened the door and he start to work his magic.
At the end of the day he killed them…..
People like to think negatively of salesmen. They see them as people who are interested in their products and not in the customers. But it may be that when speaking ideologically we too may become that much dread salesmen.
The man standing still in front of the door. Waiting for someone to open them so he could finally sell a copy of ‘an incredible set of encyclopedia that every house can make use of’ but he never expected to see a loaded shotgun in front of his face.
Not again. The knock at the door, impatient shuffle of feet on the porch. I debate changing out of my pajamas in order to confront him myself, to tell him to peddle his wares elsewhere, but, ultimately, I’m too lazy. I cower behind my venetian blinds, hoping he can’t hear my movements inside, hoping he’ll just turn around and walk away.
to many they are petulant creatures lurking in different corners in malls and trade centers. I too feel this way most of the time. But I am also often drowned in guilt for feeling so. They are only doing their jobs, they are earning for a living, just as we do ours. :(
The salesman adjusts his hat, switches his battered briefcase to his other hand, and walks up the dirt path, his old, but well-loved coat billowing gently behind him. He takes a deep breath, pauses briefly on the doorstep, and knocks on the door.
jealousy is a bitch, he thought
walking from door to door
knocking silently in his head
click clack
bam bam
no answer
he sighs
my brother isn’t doing this
a nomad’s life isn’t meant for someone
looking for a home
salesman sold man
soul crushed
knock knock
no one answers
no one knocks on your door
when you’re home alone
you’re selling yourself all along.
Salesman, Death of. Not really. Because for some people it’s life itself. It is being around people, it is reading people, it is figuring out what they want. Some of the best salesmen I know are not the spray-tanned, stiff-haired, glad-handing sportcoated stereotypes you would think. They were big quiet geeks that somehow could figure out just exactly what someone would need. My favorite was a bespectacled guy in a Bloomsday tee shirt who knew how to get people to buy ultraexpensive maintenance contracts on their computers.
salesman is a guy who works on sale. they’re responsable for presents you a product and make you buy it.
There is a sales man who sits by his phone all day. He is always making calls to his prospective clients, He wears a suit, a tie, and brand new black leather shoes every day. He wheres calvin klien cologne and is always pleasant. One day he gets a call from a client and they tell him that they have accepted his offer
The salesman traveled door to door, not really expecting any welcome at all. Most people just ignore when he knocks, or they just slam the door in his face.
Salesmen. They’re generally a hated thing. Nobody seems to really like them. They dread going to the used car lot, lest they be converged upon. The door-to-door salesmen dread being turned away at every door, not getting even a sniff at their product… But in general, salesmen can be a little sleazy.
But why are we so happy to buy things from commercials?
It´s a person who sales things. He works selling door by door or in a mall, or in a store. That is a job I would not like to do. But in case I need,
The guy knocked on my door and I didn’t answer. Leave me alone. GO AWAY! Who said you can interrupt my privacy for your business? You are so inconsiderate! ugh!!!
DEATH OF…NUISANCE..PUSHY…..GO AWAY….F/O..[=; GTFOH
A salesman is the person who sells stuff, from simple hotdogs to anything you can imagine. Salesmen have all kinds of stuff you may be in need of, but of course, everything has a price.
One sunny Sunday morning a little salesman left his house. He stopped at the front porch, because something was very different. He didn’t know what it is, but somehow he was very frightened. He was so scared that he went right back into his house.
Trying days and hatred for the doorbells. How I loathe the days beginning and the eventuality of having to get out of bed at the start of each day. Someone bring an end to the repetitive madness that is my awful career. Please bring an end to traveling salesmen.
There once was wandering salesman,
who dreamed he was selling some vans.
He awoke with a fright
in the middle of the night
And found that he was in a band.
I was a the beach and I met a nice salesman who gave me a beautiful pair of sunglasses. I enjojed a lot the beach and it wasnt too bright because of my new sunglasses. When my cousin came he stole my sunglasses and I got very mad at him.
There was a salesman that went to a house and got ran off by an old man with shotgun. He hated salesmen.
Doorbells ring, salesman are here. Going never stopping this is all they do. House to house they go. Never ending circle.
I am a salesman and I love my job. It doesn’t pay much but I love seeing and helping different people on a daily basis. I count money all day and restock shelves. Not everything I do is fun but almost everything is.
salesman are hardworking people. Its because i have been in their shoes. They have to bargain so much for a piece of thing to sell. Life is tough.
Walking through the lot I knew he’d appear, and I dreaded it. We’d dance around the topic making small talk as if either of us cared, as if there was no bottom line.
The thing about a salesman IS…if he’s going to be a success he MUST have a people person personality. He has to have the ability to leave everybody a little better and a little happier than when he found them…whether they buy his product or not…Being a successful salesman would be a tough and almost impossible job for someone with a negative attitude….For salesmen…Attitude is EVERYTHING!
My Daddy was a salesman. Matter of fact, my Daddy was the best salesman I’ve ever known. He knows how to read people and he knows exactly what to say to them to help them realize they must buy what he’s selling. What I love is how they never seem to know it wasn’t their idea to buy it.
i met a salesman in dire need of a flower i plucked one and gave ti to him and he ate it. thats when i knew he had a big heart. we’ve been best friends ever since
As a salesman, I’ve never been more tired in this job. I thought I was used to it, sales-talking to the customers but then, I guess I was wrong. There wouldn’t be a day that’s tiring with this work.
One day a salesman came home to sell some vacuum cleaners, he said madam, i’m very sure you need a cleaner at home, i have just the thing for you, works tirelessly, does an excellent job, leaves you panting with surprise and it comes at very low cost and maintenance. Not knowing that he was selling vacuum cleaners, i just looked at him and said, sorry i don’t keep dogs at home.
As the Salesman approached the door of the small white house, his hands became very sweaty, there were knots in his stomach; so much so that he felt as if he was going to throw up. His apprehension was evident.
He walked towards the door. Memorised his speech. Drilled through his head, as sweat covered his cheeks. He cleared his throat, and prepared to speak. He knocked. And knocked. “Hello madam, would you like..” *SLAM!* The door shuts on him. He repeats this again.
Everyone is a salesman. Even me, even you. You may think about it but in every situation you try to present yourself in a good light as seen by others. You “sell” yourself. so do I. I think it is in our nature.
Person who tries so hard to sell as much as can, convincing person. One who wants to get money. Following people all the way, being kind, can be rude. Can be snob sometimes as well. He/she may also be very unhappy, but doesn’t show it easily to customers.
I hate the salesman at first glance. He’s a pokey faced kind of guy, oozing. He grabs my hand and won’t let go, dragging me towards the car like it’s some kind of icon that needs worship.
We drop to our knees before the automotive god.
I never know what to think of salesmen. I imagine them living life, having chosen the wrong employment. Without passion where it truly belongs.
How arrogant, right?
He came to the door. He looked hot, but still cool, if you know what I mean. He had no bag. What was he selling? And was I buying? I needed a lot of things, but not material things. Which is why, since he had no bag, I decided to let him in.
A salesman suppose to persuade someone to buy something. Their very organized and up to speed on style. They try to get the customer to buy something that they weill not regret in the future. Their very outgoing and have excellent communication skills.
He knocked the door and waited for someone to open it. He adjusted his attire and stood in the most perfect manner his grandmother taught him. His head is filled with memory of that morning. His boss gave him the warning. “No. That won’t happen. I will make this sale happen. I will do anything to get this sale. Anything.” he thought.
An old lady opened the door and he start to work his magic.
At the end of the day he killed them…..
People like to think negatively of salesmen. They see them as people who are interested in their products and not in the customers. But it may be that when speaking ideologically we too may become that much dread salesmen.
The man standing still in front of the door. Waiting for someone to open them so he could finally sell a copy of ‘an incredible set of encyclopedia that every house can make use of’ but he never expected to see a loaded shotgun in front of his face.
Not again. The knock at the door, impatient shuffle of feet on the porch. I debate changing out of my pajamas in order to confront him myself, to tell him to peddle his wares elsewhere, but, ultimately, I’m too lazy. I cower behind my venetian blinds, hoping he can’t hear my movements inside, hoping he’ll just turn around and walk away.
to many they are petulant creatures lurking in different corners in malls and trade centers. I too feel this way most of the time. But I am also often drowned in guilt for feeling so. They are only doing their jobs, they are earning for a living, just as we do ours. :(
He wandered through the woods, knowing he may never return. He’d been bought, sold, taken. Time to work. To hunt the prey, take, and kill.
He will find you.
The salesman adjusts his hat, switches his battered briefcase to his other hand, and walks up the dirt path, his old, but well-loved coat billowing gently behind him. He takes a deep breath, pauses briefly on the doorstep, and knocks on the door.
They pitch items that people dont normally buy or sell and they have a special talent for doing so as they are persuasive and often pushy people.
jealousy is a bitch, he thought
walking from door to door
knocking silently in his head
click clack
bam bam
no answer
he sighs
my brother isn’t doing this
a nomad’s life isn’t meant for someone
looking for a home
salesman sold man
soul crushed
knock knock
no one answers
no one knocks on your door
when you’re home alone
you’re selling yourself all along.