The world of sales reminds me of fishing. Salesmen live on the adrenaline of reeling in a sale. When they get enough of them, they earn a reward or a plaque or a trip or all three!
After check-in at the posh Phoenix resort, I attended the first event on my agenda. The noisy hospitality room erupted with cheerful conversations. I collected happy hugs from co-workers from the company’s numerous locations. Off to the ballroom, we enjoyed an elegant dinner along with a presentation of sales awards.
The company thanked us for our talent and enthusiasm in selling their homes. A new year of sales competition began and a reward would dangle in our midst like a lure at the end of a fishing line.
“Who wants to go to Cabo San Lucas? The Vice President asked a room full of cheering, intoxicated men and women.
I slept well in the luxurious resort that night. The hotel catered a breakfast buffet for our group the next morning. Rested and full, we left for the conference room eager for the unveiling of our company’s newest changes.
My boss grabbed my arm and asked me to walk with him. We got to the halfway point when his cell phone rang. He held up one finger, sign language for me to wait. I browsed in the gift shop to give the man privacy amusing myself with floppy beach hats. Then I saw it. Oh, my, I must take that maxi sun dress off the display rack and at least hold it up in front of the mirror.
I could not hide my pleasure of its perfect color and style.
The boss beckoned me and I quickly returned the gorgeous showpiece to the rack. At his side again, he commanded: “Go back in there and buy that dress. I’ll pay for it.”
“I don’t like it that much,” I lied, adding the way hotel gift shops mark up their dresses over 300%.
Oh, I could have let him buy me the dress but I reasoned that he would weave the expense into extra charges on commission sheets somehow chipping away at my paychecks.
But what if he thought the dress looked good too? I will never know now will I?
Window shopping only teases what I wish could materialize.
Do you ever wonder if Moses felt like he window shopped with God? In Deuteronomy, Chapter 32, Father God takes Moses to the scenic point. “Look at the lush promised land, my reward for my people,” Father speaks. “But not for you, Moses.”
Over and over again in the Old Testament the message repeats:
Obey God and you inherit a blessing. Disobey, and you get zip.
The concept works everywhere especially in the marketplace. I worked hard that year and learned the Promised Land, Cabo San Lucas, hints of paradise!
I should have let him buy me that gorgeous sundress!
I love this with the family on the beach in the background!
Living life on the ledge! Don't back up.
Look who I picked up in the Copacabana!