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premature death of a salesman

doesn't even look like me
for some reason, i've been getting a rash [the metaphor is deliberately chosen] of telephone calls from oddly named agencies interested in hiring me and asking if i'd like to come in for an interview. my reaction, which is becoming less and less cordial the more of these phone calls i get, is to ask if i could have a bit more information, like what the job is, what i'd be doing, where they're located, what kind of experience they're looking for, etc., which i don't think makes me an unreasonable person.

however, i've noticed that this reaction tends to make the callers deeply uncomfortable and they brightly insist that all will be made clear at the interview and that, yes, i certainly have the qualifications that they're looking for. eventually, if i hint that i would at least like to know the nature of the job i'm perfect for, they take a long pause and fess up to who they really are: an insurance company i've never heard of looking for a "recruitment agent" or "upgrade specialist" or "business development associate". when i get that last answer, i ask if what the post is a sales job. yes, it is. invariably. it's a sales job going on visits and getting people to buy insurance, very much like willy loman. and we all know how he ended up.

my first inclination is always to ask why, if these people have found my resume, they think i would be qualified for a sales job. i've never held a sales position in my life. i've not even worked retail for more than a few months. and i'm not asking this for my benefit, but for theirs. after all, it's no skin off my nose if they want to call me and have a five minute conversation that ends with me telling them that i'm not interested, but i would think that employing someone to call dozens of people like me, all woefully unqualified, would be a drain on their resources.

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then, of course, i tend to get a little annoyed, because dom and i have insurance and lots of people i know have insurance and it dawns on me that our premiums are going to pay someone to call people who have no interest in or talent for the work to try to get them to attend a group interview. and it occurs to me that the reason that they're calling people who aren't qualified is because people who are in sales can earn more at other sales jobs. if they wanted salespeople, they'd be looking for people who had a lot of experience in that area.

often circumstances force us to do work in which we have no meaningful interest and while that can be draining, it's not the end of the world. but i think that even when circumstances do force us into this, we tend to seek out positions at which we have at least some skill, so that we don't end up getting canned a month later when the boss realises that our standard reaction to being told that someone isn't interested in what we're selling is to take them at their word. if i had any talent for sales jobs, believe me, i'd be all over the internet like a horny octopus looking for something that let me flex my persuasion muscles.
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one particularly chipper caller asked me repeatedly if i had a car i could use for work and, when i said i didn't, she asked if i'd consider buying one for this job. i pointed out that she hadn't [at that point] told me what the job was, to which she responded that all would be made clear if i just let her book an interview. in retrospect, i'm thinking that this might not be about jobs or insurance at all and that montreal is secretly the home of some cult hiding under the guise of an insurance company. because that would make about as much sense as calling people out of the blue to ask if they want to sell insurance. of course, if i thought there was a cult waiting to try to convert me, i'd take the interview.

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ahoythere said…
I think this is actually a scam that has been going around lately......
So don't tell them anything!
flora_mundi said…
It's funny that this actually makes me want to see if I can mess them up by giving them a fake profile. I could mock up a resume for a convicted criminal and then forward a story to the media "such-and-such company hires convicted arsonists to sell you fire insurance"

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