Preconceived notions are making my life interesting again for the first time in a long while. When I first meet someone these days, they see a normal looking guy. The trouble is, these days the people I meet also think I am a sleazy car salesmen. While the second part of that is true, I picked up a job at a Chevy dealership, the first part has never been and never will be true. In fact, no one that I work with would I ever refer to as 'sleazy'.
In the 70s, it was common for the guy at the car lot to be a complete douchebag. He might leave you on the lot while he heads inside to the back room to do a line of blow off a hooker's stomach. No joke, that shit happened. But the thing is, that kind of thing doesn't happen any more. At least not where I work. Everyone I work with is pretty cool. Yes, we all want to make money and will do whatever we can to make that happen. Yes, the more you spend the more we make. But guess what, this is the 21st century and we're clued in to the fact that we're not the only dealership you're checking out.
In the past week, I have been called vulture, hawk and wolf. I have been derided, belittled and outright ignored just for asking someone how their day was going. I almost had my foot run over twice. Apparently, when you come onto the car lot your manners are checked at the driveway.
It's really sad that people are so afraid of us. They are so defensive they will drive around the lot trying to find what they're looking for on their own. Hey Mister Dickhead in your clapped out Civic, last time I checked, we had about 150 cars available for sale. I doubt you can see them all and I know for a fact that I have a better handle on what's here than you do.
Sheesh.
Rant off.
In other news, I just did the math and realized that my GF is back in town in exactly two weeks. Yaya!
I guess I better do some laundry.
In the 70s, it was common for the guy at the car lot to be a complete douchebag. He might leave you on the lot while he heads inside to the back room to do a line of blow off a hooker's stomach. No joke, that shit happened. But the thing is, that kind of thing doesn't happen any more. At least not where I work. Everyone I work with is pretty cool. Yes, we all want to make money and will do whatever we can to make that happen. Yes, the more you spend the more we make. But guess what, this is the 21st century and we're clued in to the fact that we're not the only dealership you're checking out.
In the past week, I have been called vulture, hawk and wolf. I have been derided, belittled and outright ignored just for asking someone how their day was going. I almost had my foot run over twice. Apparently, when you come onto the car lot your manners are checked at the driveway.
It's really sad that people are so afraid of us. They are so defensive they will drive around the lot trying to find what they're looking for on their own. Hey Mister Dickhead in your clapped out Civic, last time I checked, we had about 150 cars available for sale. I doubt you can see them all and I know for a fact that I have a better handle on what's here than you do.
Sheesh.
Rant off.
In other news, I just did the math and realized that my GF is back in town in exactly two weeks. Yaya!
I guess I better do some laundry.