- November 23, 2024
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Greasy. Slimeball. Sneaky. Smoooooth talker. What does that spell? Sales.
If you know me, then you know that those words in no way describe me. I’m about 5-foot-2, with blonde hair and rosy cheeks and I look pretty young. I was told the other day that I look like I’m 15. A tad insulting, but what can you do. (You put on some heels and a little rouge, duh.)
I also have a strong aversion to greasy hair, skin or anything of the sort. Needless to say, I don’t really fit the bill of a “salesperson”; yet shockingly I love my job as the advertising manager at the Palm Coast Observer.
I got a card the other day from a one-time client who happens to be a friend. She booked an ad with me for the sole purpose of being nice. Sounds silly, I know, but there really are still good people in the world … but that’s a different story for a different day. What she said in the card pretty much sums up the reason that I do love my job.
It read: “Dear Jaci, I wanted to thank you for the beautiful and extremely effective ad in the Observer. Working for a Fortune 500 company is great, but it is hard for me to convey my local presence. You and the Observer gave me a local presence and made me part of the community. I look forward to growing our businesses together. Thanks again! –Kristin.”
Kristin called me on the Thursday after her ad ran Wednesday and said that a business-owner in Palm Coast called her after seeing her ad in the Observer and wanted to meet with her to switch his payroll company. She called me a week and a half later to tell me that she signed him up and he’s a totally satisfied new customer. I can’t make this stuff up.
