Ah, sh*t, son! I moved the g*ddamn blog! We’re taking this hog up a notch. I’m gonna kick start your face with a boot full of fun. It’s not the kind of fun you get when you walk in on your parents making your brother. It’s the kind of fun you have when your parents walk in on you wasting your seed at the family computer. I’m talking masturbation. We all do it! So effin’ what?! This is the fun you get when your horse wins the big race and gets shot after breaking an arm. (Horse arm? Hell yeah!) If you are what you eat then your dog is a champion. Fun!!! This is gonna be the kind of fun you have when you cash a check or pop a gnarly zit. Did you hear that pop? That’s the kind of excitement you’ll have here. Take this thing called fun and cherish it. It’s not for everyone because it’s just for you. So come inside, but wear a condom and let’s get this thing started…again.
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Well, the yeas have it! According to a recent poll I cast last week, an overwhelming 67 percent of you wanted to hear about the increase in gas prices. That’s more than half of the people who voted! Can you believe it? I can…’t.
Our incredible yet believable story begins where any true story begins; at a store. This isn’t just any store, though. This is the GallonMart off 104th. In case you don’t know, the GallonMart is a warehouse superstore where all products are sold by the gallon. It’s no Costco or Sam’s Club because it’s worse; free samples are in gallon increments and it’s always stuff you’d never consume like Pork Points and Lye Milk. Management at the GallonMart has its employees empty prepackaged consumable items into recycled gallon jugs known as Juggies. The store apparently saves money this way because of the huge savings offered from manufacturers for buying in bulk.
Although it’s not true, GallonMart also claims to have the largest assortment of crap in gallon form on the planet. They are so proud of this fact, that their slogan reads: “If we don’t have it in a Juggie, we’ll send you to Mars.” The slogan is then followed by a disclaimer that argues all claims of interplanetary travel will not hold up in a court of law.
However bizarre the store’s concept, it’s the business model that’s really interesting. Since GallonMart guarantees the lowest wholesale prices on obsolete items like Robert Milsap’s Malt Flavored Turkey Burst, Ibuprofiend Pain Reliever (highly addictive; popular with teenagers), and Red Bull Elephant Energy Drank, it has a difficult time meeting their projected profit margins. Can you honestly tell me who in their right mind is going to buy a gallon of Elephant Drank? Ech, gross!
To offset costs, however, they sell one product that people absolutely need: gasoline. GallonMart has recently built a filling station. They figure that people who actually stop in and shop are happy to fill up their cars with seemingly discounted gas. Even though GallonMart’s marketing strategies would suggest otherwise, their gas is not discounted at all.
GallonMart’s gasoline prices are off the chart. It averages fifteen cents more per gallon than that of the next highest purveyor of fuel. What’s worse, is that the self-filling stations are vending machines stocked with Juggies full of gas. Forget pumping your own gas. As the customer, you’re expected to “Pour yourself an old one (they play the age of fossil fuels on the old adage ‘pour a cold one’)”. Surprisingly, people are lining up around the block as a result of the unique filling methods and supposed convenience and reduced prices. They feel it’s kitschy and fun. And in order to recoup lost business, other gas stations are raising prices.
Hopefully, like most things, this is just a passing fad. If it is not a fad, then this is my warning to you people: stop pouring your gas! It’s expensive and wrong. It’s costing this community a lot of money. Additionally, you’re being lied to. If you’re going to shop at GallonMart, please buy other essentials like Gallon-O-Tripe or Rubber Wash and stay away from the gas. It’s watered down, anyway.
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I used to work for a property management company. I leased apartments to suckers. It was a sales job and I effen hated it. I used to run home in tears from the monotony of pushing some serious units. Now usually, I’m not a quitter (Read: I am a quitter with a huge, meaty vagina), but in this case, I wanted out. However, I was afraid to quit, and I didn’t know how to tell the management I needed something else. Fortunately for me and my lady parts (see about engorged vag above), the company decided to sell the property. I felt it was the best time to get out without giving a two week notice or telling anyone that I was unhappy, thus saving myself the trouble of embarrassment. It was through this experience that I learned something about sales that I would like to share with you today. Through leasing these sh*tty apartments, I learned that for the most part, two things are true: 1.) Sales are apart of every job, and 2.) Unless you sell something that you really love, you are going to loathe it. To combat this you need to love yourself and sell a product that everyone wants: you.
Take a moment and consider every job you can think of. Time! What d’ya come up with? At some point in all of those positions, you are going to be selling either a product, an idea, or yourself. Businessmen sell ideas and products to investors and clients. Teachers sell drugs to kids. Hookers sell their bodies to businessmen for drugs. And even if a job doesn’t directly entail some salesmanship, when you apply for that job, you are still selling your skill set to the employer. You are a product of a material world. Luckily it pays cash. Cold, hard cash. You have to be a provider, right? If you don’t provide for yourself, you’re going to die sooner rather than later. Remember all of those trinkets/candy bars/books/carpet samples you sold as a kid? The system was priming you for the dog eat dog arena known as life. Now rather than fight this reality (something I tried and it made me really angry; remember my tears?), you’ll need to embrace it.
Once you accept that you have to participate in a competitive world (which is something you have little choice over), then your survival depends on selling something you love. For some folks, it’s the love selling sh*tty apartments. For some, it’s selling their bodies. For everyone, it’s selling yourself. This is a task that takes a great amount of energy and self love. (I have to point out it’s not the kind of self love that 5 minutes alone at the computer in an empty house with a bottle of Jergen’s and box of Kleenex can provide.) You have to really like yourself. If you don’t love what you’re selling, you’re going to hate the job. If you hate what you’re selling and you are the product, you are going to hate yourself. When you hate yourself or your image or your skill set, your buyers are going to recognize that and reject you. If you are rejected by someone else, you’ll feel even worse about yourself. The truth is, no matter how much you love yourself, you’re going to be rejected…a lot. With the aide of self love, however, coming back from rejection is easier to do.
The cruel reality of this is that the world you live in is unjust and unfair. Somewhere down the road, the key to your chance at personal success is held by another person. Did you read that? Your success is controlled by someone else! That sucks big, old, hairy gorilla balls! To be happy you can do and act and say whatever you want but you cannot control what other people think of you or how they react to you. You do have the ability to control your attitude, however. Your ability to sell yourself as a confident and hungry person is paramount to your personal success and happiness. If other people aren’t buying it, they can eat a bag of d*cks. There are many opportunities out there because people are always buying and it’s not hard to find them. Buyers will buy you because they like you for who you are so long as you like you for who you are.
Sales is a brutal business and is impossible to escape. If you’re not selling the filth you are absolutely passionate about, you are SOL my friend. Your happiness and self satisfaction depends on it. Your ability to sell yourself is one based out of the love that you have for yourself. You’re ego is going to be beaten and bruised along the way, but remembering what is really important to you will keep you on your horse. If you can’t manage to do that, you might as well pull the trigger now and save yourself the trouble.
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