the sign on our warehouse door says no soliciting. a few summers ago, when i worked across the street at z57, we were taught to ignore those signs and walk right in with a smile and launch into our selling spiel. granted, working and selling here are relative terms because most of the time i just drove around with jenny listening to loud music and looking for good places to eat or nap.



it's interesting being on this side of the no soliciting sign because when the solicitors inevitably walk in, i immediately get mad annoyed and prepare to cut them off before they can talk. but sometimes i try to give them a second, out of deference for my own experiences. who knows, maybe they are selling something i might actually need or want. like girl scout cookies. selling door to door is just about the most humiliating thing ever. to sell websites to people that don't really need them is the pits. we were told to wear a shirt and tie but i found that dressing up usually implicated us as soon as we walked in the door. there is no harsher reprimand than "no, we don't want any. didn't you see the sign on the door?"



"i'm a solictor" is just a fancy way of saying, "i get rejected alot." apparently, girls come attached with no soliciting signs right out of the womb.