The alarms rings at 5:30 am. Up and at it. Shower and all that jazz, coffee, breakfast and into the car. I wanted to be the first salesperson at the store. Each day. Even days I was due in for the afternoon shift, there I was waiting for the chain to drop. Enthusiasm, I had it. Some of the people I worked with over the years told me they could tell when I was in the showroom, the energy increased.
Selling twenty or 30 cars a month. Holding gross. Prospecting through the…
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