It's 1995 and I've decided to leave my job as a multi line sporting goods sales representative. The sporting goods industry is changing massively and I'm not making anywhere close to the money I've envisioned making at this point in my selling career. So I'm networking, talking to friends and going on a lot on interviews.
It's come down to 2 jobs. I will get to job #2 later. The first job is with a company that sells Pharmaceutical Carts to nursing homes. Basically this is a rolling cart that has a ton of compartments to hold the meds for the residents of the nursing homes. Decent pay, benefits and mention of a company car. Well, I'm at the final interview with the Regional Vice President and another man that would be my local sales manager. They want me and are putting on the full court press. The last interview is at a very expensive restaurant and both men are kissing my ass so much that I'm getting uncomfortable. It's the end of the meal/interview and the Regional VP says "I think it's time we show you your company car. You'll be mainly using it for work but it's yours to use whenever you want" I'm thinking something decent. Maybe a nice sedan or even a SUV. We all walk to the parking lot and sitting in the lot is a Grayish 1/2 van 1/2 truck with one window on the drivers side.
My jaw dropped. This vehicle looked like a cross between a small UPS truck and a mental hospital ambulance. I wasn't sure if I had to become a member of the NSKA (National Serial Killer Association) to drive this thing.
Well, that closed the deal on me NOT taking the job.
Oh,and job #2? Well, Job #2 was becoming a sales representative for a small promotional products company. I took it and 15 years later, I'm the Vice President of a Promotional Products company that is in the top 5% nationally in sales volume and regarded as one of the premier companies in the industry.
Whew!, good thing there wasn't a Ford Taurus in that parking lot!
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