Selling cars, winning bread & hating life

When my husband and I moved to Texas, I knew it would only be temporary.  His job would keep us here a few months and I knew, I did NOT want to sit at home, watching soap operas and cleaning the tub. So, I applied for a job that I knew would be short-lived, yet undoubtedly lucrative... Then lo and behold, I was hired.

At first I was very skeptical. I didn’t WANT to be labeled as a car salesperson. I saw myself as a journalist and I did not want to be associated with a profession that, in my mind, was not highly esteemed.

However, I soon got over that as soon as the paychecks started rolling in… Within the first couple weeks I was selling cars, making more money off of one sale than I had earned in an entire month working as a reporter. Soon, I was out-earning my husband, jokingly calling myself the “breadwinner” of our home.

But it didn’t take long for that enthusiasm to waver. Working 12-14 hours a day, six days a week was taking a toll on my spirit. Not only did I live thousands of miles away from friends and family, I never saw my husband. We worked opposite shifts and only ate meals together on Sundays (my only day off). We never went anywhere or did anything fun. This was not the life I wanted. I was miserable.

On top of that, I witnessed some very sketchy behavior from two of my managers that I believed was dishonest, unfair, and unethical. Of course, I confronted them with my concerns and while it was subsequently resolved, I never trusted any of them again.

Within a week, I resigned… Fortunately, with just enough money saved to pay off every single credit card and student loan I owed money on. Coincidence? I think not.

Spending those four months selling cars was by no means ideal, but it did teach me a few life lessons, as well as give me some insight into the business… Tomorrow, I’ll share some of my best car-selling secrets and I guarantee, you'll save thousands next time you buy a car.