Okay, so I’m looking out the window of the 31st floor, the den for a hundred or more stock brokers all working the phones and watching the zig- and-zag of stock movements across a banks of monitors…and I’m thinking about the my next 50 phone calls I gotta make to help me make quota, something I’ve not done for the two weeks I’ve been here.
Then, I get the phone call.
“I’ve gotta a deal on a whole lot of FCOJ,” said the caller without identifying himself. I thought nothing of it and was kind of glad I had this special caller with maybe a deal that only I might know about.
“Give me some more,” I said bravely.
“How ‘bout the whole darn lot. But you’ve gotta act fast, because if you don’t wanna buy, I’ll call the next guy,” he said.
I was fumbling around on my keyboard to re-boot my darn system and I didn’t want to lose this deal of deals. What the heck, I mean, I’m sure I’d be buying this full lot of FCOJ stock at a great discount with enough
spread to pass it along to some of my cold call prospects.
Go for it, I told myself. I need this FCOJ deal badly.
“Alright. I’ll take the whole darn lot, but this better be a hopping deal or I won’t trade with you again,” I said it with vim and was sure he thought I was a seasoned broker.
On my way into work the next day, the sight unfolding outside the entrance to the office tower was unsettling, to say the least. Two semi trucks were parallel parked and I knew the delivery was for me. The signage on the trucks read, “Buy the premium Juice, Frozen Concentrate Orange Juice
When I got off the elevator, I knew I wouldn’t have to worry about making quota anymore. In fact, I was not even SALVAGE. I was a FREEZE DRIED FRUIT and might as well go back to my job at the GROCERY store.
Well, I didn’t bother going to my desk as I couldn’t get to it anyway. In fact, the whole darn office was milling around the hallways and everyone was asking, “Who ordered all this damn OJ?!!”
The next best thing for me was when I clicked on contact us and I really put my SURPLUS ITEMS experience to work.