I’ve been wanting to have my own business for as long as I can remember.
The first job I ever held was door to door sales girl. I say girl because I was only 11 years old at the time. I was an avid reader growing up and devoured all books and magazines near me, cover to cover. For some reason I also read each and every advertisement in the backs of magazines. One day an ad for selling greeting cards door to door caught my eye and I knew I’d found my dream job! I thought, how easy can that be, to walk up to houses, show people various greeting cards, take their order and watch the money roll in. Feeling big for my britches, I had to fib a little bit when I ordered my free starter kit by telling them I was 18 because they must have had the idea that someone my age couldn’t handle it.
When the package arrived I hid it under my bed with some feeble excuse of what it was and started going door to door all over my neighborhood after school, so sure of my money-making scheme. After many days one neighbor finally agreed to make a purchase of a set of my cards, can’t remember which type. I must have taken some kind of deposit from the woman but when I came to my mother asking her to get me a money order or check to send to the company to actually place the order, she refused and became very angry. She told me how dangerous it was for a young girl to go door to door like that and told me to give the woman her money back. The woman may have felt sorry for me because my parents had a meeting with her and she agreed to take the kit off my hand for the deposit money because she said she didn’t want it back. The kit had a number of blank cards and envelopes she could use, and to further teach me a lesson and buy beer, my parents kept the deposit money and I never got a penny for all my wasted shoe leather. I think that’s one of the reasons I love them so much.
I’m not doing any better now trying to sell on the internet between websites no one can find and the cost of running any ads. How about you all?