Makes me Homicidal. I'm surrounded by cold-hearted duchebags. I can't stand the sleezyness that flows like menstruation through my office.





Wah.

Jim, I love you, but I would easily get douche-banged by Nazi zombies for a job right now. Lost mine today, and I'm aimless and depressed.

I hear ya. I'm not a salesman myself but we have a sales team here.

I'm not complaining about making money, more about the atmosphere.

i fucking hate sales..

If only this was 1984. You'd love sales. Just doing a bunch of coke, banging slampigs in your penthouse office and driving a delorean for the fuck of it.

yeah Jim, call Bret Easton Ellis and ask him the secret to making this possible.

I've had enough with corporate America. Not sure how much longer I can last in these corrupt douchebaggery companies that steal your money.
We've got the holiday party tonight with open bar and my suit jacket is going to split, like in the fat guy in a little coat scene in Tommy boy. fuck this, who wants to sell brakepads?

reim - in that case... yes i would enjoy sales.

Jims got a charm. He is the perfect salesmen. He's also got nice Italian shoes to go with his twinkle. Dudes fo real.

Yea and back then selling wasn't that difficult. Peoples impressions of you were based on the randomness of the color of your members only jacket and the size of your aviator shades.

I don't miss working sales at all. I miss the money, but that's it. Oh and the sweet gear discounts.

Bright future in sales yeah yeah

there's a reason sales jobs are the only jobs available right now.

Selling music equipment is an entirely different animal though. With 100% unique headaches, trials, and tribulations.