Stuck in a Furrow

Maybe I'm not so bad at this whole salesperson thing. Tonight, I was the top sales at the store...after only 1 sale. In everyone else's defence, it was a rather slow day but I beat the next closest contender by a mere 900 buckeroos. Yup. I sure did. What can I say, I negotiated, danced, sweet talked, spouted off diamond facts and in the end, convinced this lovely couple that A) She absolutely needed to go home with the ring tonight rather than special ordering it, B) They should spend the $300 more to upgrade to a larger stone but lesser quality. (After all, when she shows off her ring, her friends will be noticing the size, not the color grading! Size does matter, people) and C) that my final price was actually my final price. I neglected to tell them that my manager had agreed to give them a larger percentage off. They will never know and I enjoy the larger commission.

I'm quite proud of myself as I am not in the part-time retail business because I'm a good salesperson. I'm rather horrible at it actually. But my dad can sell ice to an eskimo, so maybe some of those qualities are inherited. Or maybe I just talk and bullshit until they buy to shut me up. Either way, it worked.

They left happy. I left happy as I have now made my monthly budget goal. Yippee!

In other work news, as of September 1st, I will not be working at Market anymore. I have been transfered to the brand-spanking new, million dollar Sunridge store. The rumor is that we will even carry rings over $20,000. I need to find me a rich man!