So we college students set out to an FGA Planet Shakers concert to sell some t-shirts. Yes, college project. Tralalala, no harm trying right?
So we got there, and had no idea what to do. The crowd was intimidating, and we were clueless and obviously, embarassed. I lost count of how many familiar faces I saw.
Seriously, I don't make a good direct salesman. It's...ah. It's a deep, gloomy feeling everytime you even think of approaching someone. Unless I somehow get high, or something. Which is, incidentally, what happens if you somehow manage to sell something. Then you feel almost invincible. :P
Ah well, sometimes you're not up to these sort of things. Some times it's just a bad idea. Suffice to say, the product we're selling does not really have a mass appeal. More like something targeted towards a select group of people.
I'm gonna try selling it to my relatives again...
So we got there, and had no idea what to do. The crowd was intimidating, and we were clueless and obviously, embarassed. I lost count of how many familiar faces I saw.
Seriously, I don't make a good direct salesman. It's...ah. It's a deep, gloomy feeling everytime you even think of approaching someone. Unless I somehow get high, or something. Which is, incidentally, what happens if you somehow manage to sell something. Then you feel almost invincible. :P
Ah well, sometimes you're not up to these sort of things. Some times it's just a bad idea. Suffice to say, the product we're selling does not really have a mass appeal. More like something targeted towards a select group of people.
I'm gonna try selling it to my relatives again...
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