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No car?
Map the restaurants closest to my place of living or within a short bus route. Go get a job as a waitress at any busy little breakfast diner available. While working there memorize the menu of the two best “average” dinner restaurants in my area. I want bigger tips but not an extensive week long training. . First week is up, use the money for a better outfit, go apply to the nice restaurants. Tell them I can’t work on Mon, Tues or Wednesday’s because those are for my other job. End of the second week I’ve been hired at the second restaurant and I’ve made about £600 profit from the first two weeks at the diner. Go get a decent suit, extremely nice shoes, my hair done, my nails done and a trim purse. I now have £100 left.
pray to God to open the doors of the best place for me...
On Monday of the third week I go to every decent used car dealership I can get to.
But I can only work on Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesday’s right now and the mornings of Thursday, Friday, and Saturday.
By the end of Monday on the third week I now have an interview for the dealership, a job at the nice restaurant where I’ll start this week and the little diner is netting me about £50 a morning. This week I’ll make £300 from the diner in the mornings, £400 from the restaurant.
Start of the 4th Week. I begin work at the dealership. I find out that the commission is shit, the guys think I can’t sell, the place is run poorly BUT there’s a sweeeeeeeeet little BMW for sale on the lot.
So, I make a bet with every single guy working there that I can sell that sweet little car my very first week. I’ll even bet them! If I don’t sell it I’ll give them my commission from my first sale, whenever that is. About £400.... but if I do? All ten of them pay me THEIR £400.
of course they agree laughing their asses off because I’m a little innocent girl who knows nothing about sales.
By Wednesday morning the idea has spread to the rest of the guys working AND the owner of the dealership who has now set up a betting pool to make money on me not selling, which is ironic cuz he hired me to sell. I play the odds and bet on myself. I’m a 20 to 1 shot right now. If I sell the sexy lil BMW I stand to make £8k
I go home, fast, pray, praise God for His blessings.
I sell the car Thursday morning. I get all the money.
I go to work Thursday night and a very nice single man drinking a martini notices how ridiculously happy I am because I’m a badass. He wants to take me out. I decline. I tell him I think his pinky ring is cute. He says “You want it?” I say “hell no. I buy my own stuff baby. Have a good night though!”
He tips me £400.
Everybody at the dealership hates me Friday morning. I sell another car making my normal commission of £400.
Im WAYYYYYY over what I needed right? So Saturday afternoon I stop at Starbucks, the jewelry store, and church. I give or spend every cent I have over the £5,000 I needed. I go home brilliantly happy with a new diamond pinky ring and a caramel latte.
It’s been a good month. I didn’t die.
The End.
Map the restaurants closest to my place of living or within a short bus route. Go get a job as a waitress at any busy little breakfast diner available. While working there memorize the menu of the two best “average” dinner restaurants in my area. I want bigger tips but not an extensive week long training. . First week is up, use the money for a better outfit, go apply to the nice restaurants. Tell them I can’t work on Mon, Tues or Wednesday’s because those are for my other job. End of the second week I’ve been hired at the second restaurant and I’ve made about £600 profit from the first two weeks at the diner. Go get a decent suit, extremely nice shoes, my hair done, my nails done and a trim purse. I now have £100 left.
pray to God to open the doors of the best place for me...
On Monday of the third week I go to every decent used car dealership I can get to.
But I can only work on Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesday’s right now and the mornings of Thursday, Friday, and Saturday.
By the end of Monday on the third week I now have an interview for the dealership, a job at the nice restaurant where I’ll start this week and the little diner is netting me about £50 a morning. This week I’ll make £300 from the diner in the mornings, £400 from the restaurant.
Start of the 4th Week. I begin work at the dealership. I find out that the commission is shit, the guys think I can’t sell, the place is run poorly BUT there’s a sweeeeeeeeet little BMW for sale on the lot.
So, I make a bet with every single guy working there that I can sell that sweet little car my very first week. I’ll even bet them! If I don’t sell it I’ll give them my commission from my first sale, whenever that is. About £400.... but if I do? All ten of them pay me THEIR £400.
of course they agree laughing their asses off because I’m a little innocent girl who knows nothing about sales.
By Wednesday morning the idea has spread to the rest of the guys working AND the owner of the dealership who has now set up a betting pool to make money on me not selling, which is ironic cuz he hired me to sell. I play the odds and bet on myself. I’m a 20 to 1 shot right now. If I sell the sexy lil BMW I stand to make £8k
I go home, fast, pray, praise God for His blessings.
I sell the car Thursday morning. I get all the money.
I go to work Thursday night and a very nice single man drinking a martini notices how ridiculously happy I am because I’m a badass. He wants to take me out. I decline. I tell him I think his pinky ring is cute. He says “You want it?” I say “hell no. I buy my own stuff baby. Have a good night though!”
He tips me £400.
Everybody at the dealership hates me Friday morning. I sell another car making my normal commission of £400.
Im WAYYYYYY over what I needed right? So Saturday afternoon I stop at Starbucks, the jewelry store, and church. I give or spend every cent I have over the £5,000 I needed. I go home brilliantly happy with a new diamond pinky ring and a caramel latte.
It’s been a good month. I didn’t die.
The End.