I spent all of three days selling cheap Chinese-made junk out of a cardboard box in parking lots. I quit after I got picked up by a police cruiser who asked me if I had a peddler's license. Being a noob, I had no idea what to tell him as we went on a nerve-wracking tour through downtown looking for my co-workers.
I wasn't actually arrested or anything, and my superior later assured me that we did in fact have a license, but any job that gets you the attention of local law enforcement can't be a good career move.
I've stayed the hell away from sales jobs ever since. Even when they're on the right side of the law, there's something about convincing somebody that they need to buy something that they don't really need that turns my stomach. For the three days I worked that job, I barely ate a thing, even though I was on my feet at all times hauling a box around.
"The worst part about these reviews is they are [subjective]--and their scores often depend on how drunk you got the media at a Street Fighter event." — Mona Hamilton, Capcom Senior VP of Marketing
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