Self Surprise

I've always detested selling. For me I've pictured selling as forcing (or more nicely put, convincing) people that whatever you're offering is actually a basic need. I can never be that convincing. So for me, a career in business (or selling) was out of the question.

Enter life after Probe. Spanky and I thought of putting up Monsterbites. Fast forward to a year later. Yes, we're still making sandwiches, but I don't think we're really actively marketing it. We've pared down our sandwich making to once a week, supplying to the same badminton place we've been catering to for a year. The business (which was supposed to be our main source of income) became our sideline. Heck, we earn more by being employees.

But a week ago, meeting my highschool friend changed my perspective. She had designed some blouses and because of her unexpected pregancy, she needed help in selling them. And I surprised myself by volunteering my services. This meant real selling. As in going to friends and showing the shirts and convincing them to buy. Was I up for that?

Now these shirts (more like blouses with t-shirt material) have low necklines. I never wear those types. I'm more of the standard baby-tee girl. But when I tried selling, I had to wear one of these shirts to show how they looked like. With a trusty push-up bra underneath, I sold those shirts. I mustered enough courage to actually wear plunging! And guess what, I didn't look too bad.

Now, I have sold 7 shirts and have orders for 17 more. Looks good on paper, but actually when I've computed my earnings, they only amount to my gas fare for a week. Oh well. But the more important thing is I've realized that I can actually sell. And selling is not an entirely evil thing. I do get fulfillment from having satisfied customers. And those blouses do look purty.