Personal Narrative: Starco
My father snorted impatiently and repeated his question. “What m-m-makes…you special?” I looked away, eyes roaming the study. “I don’t know,” I murmured. This was no dodge; it was the truth.
“No,” my father insisted. He raised his voice. “Think. “What makes you different?”
I shook my head, not knowing what he wanted me to say. I assumed the question required some kind of trick answer, but the only ones that kept coming to mind were stupid and embarrassing. How was I unique? Let’s see…I wear a size twelve shoe, extra-wide. I have brown hair, brown eyes. I get teary-eyed every time I see Kevin Costner play catch with his dad at the end of Field of Dreams. And when I played in the high school marching band, I did a good job of butchering every …show more content…
It was fall. Leaves were all over the ground, blowing and crunching underfoot as I came up the front sidewalk. StarCo was a big company that spent a lot of money each year on the product that my company sold. Unfortunately, it spent most of the money with two of our competitors, while only tossing a crumb of business our way. The owner of StarCo was a man named Bob Chess, a legendary tough guy who had gone through quite a few sales reps at our company even before I came on board. For whatever reason, he treated us as a distant relative many times removed from his immediate family, and showed no interest in changing the …show more content…
But none of that fazed me. In my zeal to prove myself in my new profession, I was determined to be the one who would pull the sword from the stone and sell Chess on the wisdom of giving my company more of his business. In preparing for our appointment, I imagined his stubbornness being no match for my rookie enthusiasm. Besides, I’d been on a roll lately. My first sales were coming in. All the training I’d been getting at work about following the proper sales formula was beginning to pay off. I felt certain that I was learning the tricks of the trade, and I wanted nothing more than to show my skill in using them to win over StarCo. Already I was envisioning the accolades that were going to come my way when I closed this
“No,” my father insisted. He raised his voice. “Think. “What makes you different?”
I shook my head, not knowing what he wanted me to say. I assumed the question required some kind of trick answer, but the only ones that kept coming to mind were stupid and embarrassing. How was I unique? Let’s see…I wear a size twelve shoe, extra-wide. I have brown hair, brown eyes. I get teary-eyed every time I see Kevin Costner play catch with his dad at the end of Field of Dreams. And when I played in the high school marching band, I did a good job of butchering every …show more content…
It was fall. Leaves were all over the ground, blowing and crunching underfoot as I came up the front sidewalk. StarCo was a big company that spent a lot of money each year on the product that my company sold. Unfortunately, it spent most of the money with two of our competitors, while only tossing a crumb of business our way. The owner of StarCo was a man named Bob Chess, a legendary tough guy who had gone through quite a few sales reps at our company even before I came on board. For whatever reason, he treated us as a distant relative many times removed from his immediate family, and showed no interest in changing the …show more content…
But none of that fazed me. In my zeal to prove myself in my new profession, I was determined to be the one who would pull the sword from the stone and sell Chess on the wisdom of giving my company more of his business. In preparing for our appointment, I imagined his stubbornness being no match for my rookie enthusiasm. Besides, I’d been on a roll lately. My first sales were coming in. All the training I’d been getting at work about following the proper sales formula was beginning to pay off. I felt certain that I was learning the tricks of the trade, and I wanted nothing more than to show my skill in using them to win over StarCo. Already I was envisioning the accolades that were going to come my way when I closed this