Another reblog from 2013, continuing this series about my early career in sales. I thought it was in 6 parts, but have just rediscovered a last part, which I will post tomorrow. I think only Jude has seen this before.
I hope I am not wearing down my readers, with this unusually long series on my exploits in the world of sales. Judging by figures for the posts, enthusiasm has dimmed somewhat since Part One. There is one more to go after this, and that will take me up to the Ambulance Service. No more selling stories to come after that, I promise.
As I have previously told you, I needed a job, as the shop was not paying enough to save for a future. I saw one advertised locally, and had an idea that I could get it, if I gave a good interview. It was back to sausages and pies, something I at least knew a lot about. My first employer in that field had now been swallowed up, and had become part of the brand leader, who had been my second employer. There was a new number…
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After reading your stories Pete I realize how naive I am to the true workings of the world. I would have failed miserably. Can’t imagine where you found the energy and stamina to work those hours under all that stress? Crazy, C
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The huge amount of money involved drove me on, and I was still young enough to cope on almost no sleep. From late 1977 into 1978, I earned- legally and illegally- close to £50,000. In today’s values, that is over £225,000. It paid to start off married life in a nice house in a desirable district, lots of very interesting trips abroad, and two new cars. But it soon got to me! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Blimey….
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That was the ‘big earner’ job, Sue. It was worth over £50,000 a year to me at the time. (1977-78) The most I ever earned in any job, albeit a large percentage of that was not ‘kosher’.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Wow!
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Hi Pete’s, just wanted to say I stayed up until 2am because I HAD to finish your story The Remington. My eyes were so tired but the story was so good I couldn’t stop reading. 😁
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Thanks very much for letting me know. That is one of my own personal favourite stories, and it was exceedingly complex to write too. I am so happy to hear that you thought it was good enough to stay up to read it all.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Ducking and diving went on everywhere. Sam always said the security guy at the firm he once worked for in the 1980s was the most corrupt one of all the employees.
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It was the culture, and one I grew up with in the 60s.
Best wishes, Pete.
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You’re right, it was the culture, but I think it still goes on in most companies in some way or another.
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The really big theft and corruption goes on at the higher levels. Just look at the corruption of Boris and his gang awarding Covid contracts worth billions to their friends and former schoolmates.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Indeed. The Old Boy network is alive and kicking.
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Indeed
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You ol’reprobate you! Amazing the skullduggery that went on back in the day. They say crime doesn’t pay but I think you proved the lie of that! Working those hours must’ve been a killer though. Anyway at least you went straight and made up for it all with your work in the ambulance and police services, so bad boy made good in the end! 🙂
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It certainly paid for a good few years, until it all came crashing down. I got out just in time, and like to think I did some good things to balance out the fiddling. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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