S
ales have really been picking up at work. Things are finally starting to look better. That is, except for the ungodly hours, lying customers, and general shenanigans involved with working in any car dealership.
My average day consists of getting to work at 9am, sitting down at a heavily filtered computer for an hour, then getting a customer.
As I stand to approach the customer, the customer will either greet me warmly, tell me to piss off, or pretend to get a phone call and run away in abject horror at the thought of having to actually speak to a salesman.
After that initial daily re-education in the ways of dealership life, I'll typically be inundated with dozens of calls for our service department and or customers who want to test drive every car on the lot without the slightest clue about what they want.
Some will say they'll be back. Some will buy on the spot. Those who say they'll return are almost invariably lying to buy time for them to escape. This type of routine resets every few hours and lasts until 9pm, punctuated sporadically by runs to nearby fast food joints in order for us to continually feed.
We as salesmen are fascinated with hot young women, and will definitely be making comments about them in the business office while they remain out of earshot. Similarly you [as I will now refer to you my reader, as a potential customer] can rest assured that if you are deformed, lisping, drunk, smelly, flamingly gay, obnoxious, arrogant, filthy rich, or have an astonishingly low or high credit score, there's a pretty high degree of certainty we're saying something about you when we're not within range. This is not necessarily a bad thing. Talking about customers helps us blow off the stresses involved with meeting them and dealing with them for more than a few minutes and can sometimes result in you getting a better price.
So there you have it. An uninvited, likely unwelcome, and unashamed snapshot of the life of a salesman.
