Death Of The Salesman
Everyone loves to hate a salesman, don’t they? I remember how it was when I was a small child: every week the same mustached cleaning supplies salesman would knock on our door and every week our dad would tell him to go away and never come back for as long as he had hands to hit things with. Each and every time the salesman would say “thankyou very much” just before the door got slammed right in his face. I often wondered if the salesman just went straight home to cry in to his full of products brief-case, but I suppose he couldn’t have, because he always came back for more with the same smiling positive face. Salesman and attitudes to sales in general are what this article is all about, and it makes interesting reading: http://www.eniginsales.com/2010/06/22/a-person-like-me-sales/
And I suppose our attitudes to sales must have changed a lot in the last few years, and the internet is largely to do with it. It has to be. Back then it was possible for salesmen and women to make a living door to door if they tried hard enough and managed to not cry. But then the internet came along and ruined it for them: suddenly you could buy whatever you wanted without answering the front door. And actually, come to think of it, you didn’t even need a front door any more, which was a bit of a sad thing I think. Who knows how our attitudes to selling will change in the next ten to fifteen years? Perhaps we won’t even need computers anymore because telepathy will takeover and keyboards will develop as an integral part of the body in the womb?
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