Mano A Mano
Aug. 8th, 2010 10:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
poliphiloPeter got the job. It's not a job I'd wish on anybody. I don't know what the title is, but what he'll be doing is knocking doors and eliciting donations to British charities. It pays commission. I had hoped for something better.
Mind you, Ailz had a lodger in the 80s who did something similar- and he brought home £100 a week- so it can be made to pay if you have the knack for it. Our former neighbour (rest in peace, Lee) was a doorstep salesman- and loved it. He was a tenacious bugger. He tried to sell me some tee shirts once- luvverly quality. I said "No" and "No again and then "No". I'd find it soul-destroying having those conversations doorstep after doorstep, but Lee relished going mano a mano. My fear is Peter is just too nice.
Mind you, Ailz had a lodger in the 80s who did something similar- and he brought home £100 a week- so it can be made to pay if you have the knack for it. Our former neighbour (rest in peace, Lee) was a doorstep salesman- and loved it. He was a tenacious bugger. He tried to sell me some tee shirts once- luvverly quality. I said "No" and "No again and then "No". I'd find it soul-destroying having those conversations doorstep after doorstep, but Lee relished going mano a mano. My fear is Peter is just too nice.
