Salespeople Calling To Door- A Rant - The latest blog post by theclothesline.ie Assholes. They are everywhere. I expect to meet them when in traffic or in the supermarket. I know there is always potential for one to try to skip me in the queue in the bank, that’s life. I do, however, expect to be safe from horrible people when at home. Or at least if there is assholeish behaviour at home it was from someone I love so I can tolerate it most of the time. Your home is meant to be the place where you can retreat from all the assholes in the world ………then came the resurgence of door to door salespeople. I appreciate this is a really difficult job. I also know many people who sell door to door are on a commission based only salary and they might need to knock on 100 doors before making any money in a day. I have had my fair share of shit jobs and I had a commission based only role before, it was hard. Still, having a difficult job shouldn’t give you permission to be a complete asshole. Some days I used to listen to pitches and even considered buying something at the door on occasion, then the Sky salesman ruined it by asking to “talk to my husband” when I told him I didn’t want to switch to Sky Tv. However I have always tried to be mindful of how hard their jobs must be so I try to be pleasant and I try not to waste their time when they call and just politely say no thank you I don’t buy makeup, art, switch electricity providers or give my bank details to set up a direct debit to charity at the door etc. Ideally I would just hide when they call but anytime I have attempted that a child usually shouts out “Mammy why are you hiding behind the door, there is a man outside, I think he wants to talk to you” so I have to open the door and its more embarrassing after being caught trying to hide. So last Friday. 4.45pm. It had been a long week. I was sitting feeding the baby. Kids were running riot. A salesman knocks on the door. He can possibly see me from the door through the window. I get up, I put my boobs away, I pull my cardigan closed and I get up and open the door. I am not looking my best but that is my business and I am in the comfort of my own home. I open the door before I get to smile and say no thank you. He is straight in with “Can you get the decision maker of the house for me please” whilst looking me up and down. Now I don’t know if this translates to get me the man of the house or if you can’t brush your hair you clearly can’t make household decisions. Continue reading: bit.ly/1qmZZWi
Posted on: Fri, 12 Sep 2014 21:00:01 +0000
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