Strange Re-Tales: Salesman Fuel

 

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Another sales contest, great!

With the Christmas season come and gone (and Ukrainian Christmas just around the corner), I fell to reminiscing about my years in retail, and the annual chaos of the Christmas selling season.

More to the point, reminiscing about how I survived the Christmas selling season.

Two words: Chocolate and coffee.

Years ago during busy Decembers one of us would dash over the drug store across from us in the mall and buy a jumbo box of Pot of Gold chocolates.

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This is what happens when chocolates are picked by a committee.

I don’t know why we bought Pot of Gold, there are much tastier chocolate assortments (shameless plug for Quality Street right here) out there, but somehow it became a tradition.

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Really, these are amazing.

The box would stay under the front counter and we would graze on bonbons in between hustling from one customer to the next.

Sugar is an easy fuel, but it comes at a cost. Despite barely eating any actual food each day somehow a ten pound weight gain during December would occur.

My Christmas rush mainstay for many years was chocolate covered coffee beans. Small and portable, it was easy to keep a small bag of them in one of the pockets of a suit jacket and nibble on them in between customers.

This is what a kilogram of chocolate covered coffee beans looks like, in case you were wondering.

This is what a kilogram of chocolate covered coffee beans looks like, in case you were wondering.

It was also important to keep breath mints handy, since chewing coffee beans is even worse for your breath than just drinking coffee.

Still, nothing can compare with the savage joy of the old standby: hot black coffee.

Coffee is for closers. And so are breath mints.