I SELL HOUSES
I feel better now that I’ve gotten that off my — out. I know times are tight. This week I’ve gotten pitched by three people – two of them fellow agents – wanting to sell me their multi-level marketing – let’s call it what it is – pyramid scheme. I’m polite. I drank the kool-aid. Listened to the pitch. Today someone had to show me their wrinkle iron.
They don’t just want me to buy the product, they want me to become a distributor. That’s where the money is they tell me. I tell me I know where the money is. It’s where I’ve devoted the past six years of my personal and professional life – sometimes walking across a stage to receive a super-sized paperweight, sometimes breaking into the change jar for lunch money.
Lemme Get This Straight
You want me to pay you to join the club? You then want me to devote my time, money and brain power in a direction that has nothing to do with my profession? In case you didn’t notice, I am a professional. You want me to call the most valuable thing I have in my business – my clients – to tell them that I now sell gold coins?
The brick walls are there for a reason. The brick walls are not there to keep us out; the brick walls are there to give us a chance to show how badly we want something. The brick walls are there to stop the people who don’t want it badly enough. They are there to stop the other people! -Randy Pausch
Hear This
I didn’t drag my a** all this way to sell the latest miracle drink. Believe me, I understand the need for cash. Me = single and living in one of the most expensive economies in the country – ask Arnold.
How about you? How badly do you want it?
