I have to say that i'm pretty fucking proud of myself.
Door-to-Door sales day 8.
We go to a very shitty area, mostly crazy, jobless, fat, unhealthy, weird people.
Very isolated from the ''real world''.
Best salesman in the country pulls off two sales. Just shows how fucking ridiculous the spot was.
I kept pushing it and pushing it and i reached the point of ''no return''.
If i didn't get a sale, i'd be depressed as fuck, probably, or punch someone, just really not in a good mood at all.
Getting picked up 9:15PM.
I finally make a sale 9:20PM
LAST
FUCKING
DOOR
THAT
I
KNOCKED
ON
Today was still fucking terrible, but it felt so fucking satisfying, HOLY SHIT.
It's also a lesson i can take into pickup, which i previously didn't.
Dude this happens to most people and has been my experience as well. Definitely a great lesson learned. Especially in pick up if you just hammer out a few more approaches before deciding to go home something great usually happens. Good stuff