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RE: Local Community Is The BEST For Your Business
I live an ocean away @marketdisrupters but I wholly get your point. I'm retired now, but I remember one of my first jobs as a teenager was to walk, knocking on doors and being accepted or rejected, in the now, face to face. I actually made a living selling original oil paintings, and went on to sell, door to door, Encyclopedias. It was a very good, fast learning curve, and stood me in good stead later allowing me to listen and interact face to face, or eye to eye. Many youth today seem to have difficulties speaking With people, rather than To people. Yours is a good story. 👌
Thank you for sharing that... it's become a bit of a problem, not just for the youth but I believe for the entire world. We're so satisfied carrying on in the comfort of our homes that we can often forget the beauty right next to us.
It's FASCINATING that you were door to door selling encyclopedias... but even more that you sold original oils! What was your favorite subject to paint?
Oh, I didn't paint. A whole team of practiced (like sign-writers) artists, painted on velveteen. The entrepreneur ran a happy shop, and I was one of just a car full who would go out in after work hours until about 8 pm, walking the garden paths, braving the dogs, and with charm and knowledge, being asked in eight of twenty-four, and selling to (my average) about five of eight. Pay the boss, who had his painters to pay, and with a varying price between AUD$25 - 100, I could in fifteen to sixteen hours a week make from $30 - 65, with an occasional week of over 100, and an occasional short week of 25$. Considering at the time a factory job paid me $29/wk in canning, and only $37/wk at Fords spotwelding, and I was having fun! It was but a season, and then with the heat, I followed the sun north to a job haul-out driving on the sugar-cane fields, and got my first machinery lic. prior to going on to trucks, then semi's, than Hazardous Chemical Tankers.
Beauty is there always, every day on the road is new scenery, new atmospheric sky, and new faces at every stop. The townies seem to escape from beauty by walking around dressed in business grey, and looking at the ground before their feet in case they accidently smile in reply to someone smiling before their eyes. A little box called work at which they delude everyone there they are fine and laugh at same style chatter every same day, week. Drive unseeing to another little box in which they delude their families that all's ok, with occasional ventures to local shops where they might briefly shine for a minute before a professional greeter behind a till taking their units of sweat and tears. 😂 😂 😂
Sorry, carried away with the glum life. 😉