Death of a Salesman!

I have been a salesman for the last 20 plus years.Technically we are all salesmen....selling ourselves when ever and where ever we are.However, under job description, the last 2 decades has always included"salesman". As a kid growing up with a father who was a sales person the one thing I swore I would never do is....be a salesman.
Quite honestly,I hate it.
There is never any immediate gratification. 
I often sell stuff in January and don't get paid until December.
The sale never comes with a "great job!" from the vendor.They believe people should just buy everything they create or have in their catalog.
Being an honest and truthful guy, I never promise what I can't deliver so my customers are often less than satisfied as I will never even hint that they are getting more than they actually are.
There is not a whole lot about selling I enjoy.
Okay,maybe not so....
I love interacting with people. 
I love educating people. 
I love engaging with people.
I love people.
I love anecdotal story telling. 
I love sharing my experience with others.
 I love hearing other people's experiences as well.
I love relating one on one or in a group setting.I love catching up with old friends and making new ones.
I love opportunity.
 I love delivering on what I sell.
And there is nothing sweeter than putting a deal together, particularly when it has taken some creativity. 
Unfortunately , that feeling only lasts a brief moment because selling after all is all about "what have you done for me lately".
This is probably the biggest reason I dislike selling.If you're not on, you're off.There is no afterglow. There is no resume' being added to. There is no compendium of achievements.There is only the next opportunity., the next sale to be made and more often than not, the next rejection and door to be slammed in your face.
Today, I am faced with this reality. It's selling time.On top of it all, I am selling new things. Things I have not sold before. Things that I am unfamiliar with.
Imagine the ice cream truck rolling down the street, music playing and bells ringing. Kids run from all ends of the neighborhood to jockey for position for their opportunity for an icy treat. Imagine their surprise when the guy in the truck, the guy they have know as their friendly ice cream man, the guy they wait for patiently day after day, shows up selling subscriptions to magazines.
The fire is getting harder and harder to keep aglow.
But as a most famous of movie lines as there ever was says.......
"This is the life we have chosen!"