Hello, this is the publisher for the policeThe worst job I ever had was trying to cold sell advertising space in Police Diaries. I'd have to ring up hundreds of Brickies, Sparks, Chippies, Plumbers, 2nd Hand Car Dealers etc.
We'd try and sell them as 'the little notebook that your average bobby would carry with them' and 'You know the one which they'd use to take down any notes while interviewing people.'
My manager had it down mind you, he'd ring up and put on a gruff, officious voice, 'Hello sir, this is James E James, the publishers for the police' He'd make it sound like you were going to be in trouble if you didn't sign up and that you'd be owed a favour if you did!
We used to be encouraged to deliberately target plumbers as they were (not my words) “A bit thicker than most and can be confused more easily!”
I quit before I was pushed after three weeks. If you didn’t sell enough in your first month you were out the door.
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We'd try and sell them as 'the little notebook that your average bobby would carry with them' and 'You know the one which they'd use to take down any notes while interviewing people.'
My manager had it down mind you, he'd ring up and put on a gruff, officious voice, 'Hello sir, this is James E James, the publishers for the police' He'd make it sound like you were going to be in trouble if you didn't sign up and that you'd be owed a favour if you did!
We used to be encouraged to deliberately target plumbers as they were (not my words) “A bit thicker than most and can be confused more easily!”
I quit before I was pushed after three weeks. If you didn’t sell enough in your first month you were out the door.
oohi worked for the same company - without a doubt the biggest bunch of cretins i've ever encountered. my manager was a psychotic ex-army cook with one kidney, unusually hairy forearms and a habit of saying 'does that make sense?' at the end of every sentence. she was a deeply unpleasant person. i lasted half a day before 'nipping out to buy a sandwich' and instead going to the pub. i found lying through my teeth to confused elderly shopkeepers in order to put money in these people's pockets the moral equivalent of selling crack to 8 year olds.
feel the girth of my very first post...
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Thu 13 Nov 2003, 9:39,
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feel the girth of my very first post...