OK so lets get this straight, for those of you looking for
a little “spice” in your life and a
naughty insight into call girls – this is the wrong place to be (sorry to
disappoint!) you’d best re-google and look elsewhere for that sort of action…
My sins are far more mundane than the delights of silk
stockings and elusive heavy breathing encounters. However, heavy breathing can be of benefit on
some days and to be fair ‘sauce’ does sell.
So, in Oct 2012 I was sitting at home after the demise of a
12 year stint taking a food brand from my kitchen to market – started at home
and then went on to sell to the multiples, lots of miles, stress, fun and drama
– it was all over. The question was –
what do I do next?
Crying was one thing, kicking the cat just wasn't fair and
doing lunch just wasn't my thing. It’s a
bit tricky to try to reinvent yourself sometimes, especially when self-esteem
is so low it’s through the floor and on its way to Australia. Its one thing having a career and being made
redundant but when you have run your own company that ends in what-ever
fashion, being attractive for employment is a no-no. Quite simply, you are unemployable, you are a
threat and you are one to watch. That’s
OK when you are buoyant but when you have bills to pay, energy is at an
all-time low and your sparkle has been extinguished by a tornado, a job as a Christmas cashier at Marks and
Spencer is attractive.
Then the phone started to ring, just once or twice but it
was enough. It seems that a few contacts
needed some help and guidance on either reinventing their products to take to
market or another just wanted an answer to that age old problem – “I need more
sales and I can’t get my sales team on target”.
So I dusted myself down, swallowed my pride and responded to
the enquiries. One of them was an
enquiry for a growing company with a sales team issue, I made a pitch of the
obvious points on what I would do in their situation and left them with it.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch I made my application for the
Christmas role at Marks and Spencer, passed the interview on £6.50 an hour and
booked the interview slot in the diary.
“It’s OK”, I told myself, it will work around the school (could get 10%
discount of course!! Perks, at last perks!).
The day of my interview came and I headed over to the store,
at this point I was waiting on responses for the other couple of enquiries that
I had had, but feeling like damaged goods, I was not pushing and had not
followed the golden rules of follow up.
The woman on the checkout wasn't expecting me for an
interview, I was taken up stairs and sat in the canteen. Deliveries were coming in and I could not
stop myself from getting involved and asking questions – funny how you resort
to type!
So, after half an hour and the supervisor had checked her notes,
my letter and contacted head office, I was told that it was a “one in a
million” chance and that the website had not talked to HQ and there was not
slot for me today, they took my number and would call me back to rearrange….
There I was, sitting in my car in the car park, in the rain
thinking “I can’t even get a bloody job in M&S” when the phone rang.
The company that was having issues with its sales team made
me an offer, a good offer and so then my little company of Telesales, Lead
Generation was borne.
So this blog, when I get my head round writing this blog,
this is the beginning, this is how this started. I am a Call Girl and I am going to share and
give an insight into this life…
