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 some people look like they have money but they

 don't. My father was consistently the number one salesman at Chicago Steel Service.  

The first thing he’d do every night the minute he walked in the door

was check the big manila envelope that arrived daily containing his sales orders.

  

He had a nice car and an expense account and a membership to a country club,

All paid for by the steel companay

 But

 I never felt like a rich kid. 

From the outside looking in,
 we appeared as if we were living
the life of Riley,

 

all my friends were allowed to go into the halfway house or pro shop

and purchase what ever their hearts desired,

we were not allowed to sign our name for a single coke.


Another story


 
My dad always had more than one job at a time,

I wrote about his
Teaching coaching/ boys athletic camp days, 

And
 his sales and big ten refereeing days, 

 
now
I’m going to blog

about

or as my parents say,
 

blab about
 
his steel company sales day job
and
his undercover window and door sales nights and weekend job
 
by the way
if you see my parents,
don’t mention this blog
it’s still a secret  

My father met a man who owned a company
that sold stainless steel windows and doors
who asked him to work part time to earn some extra money.


 
My very proud and ambitious, hard working dad
did not want anyone to know he worked nights and weekends

 for another company.

  I think he was afraid his day job employer might object.


Regardless,
my brothers and I were sworn to secrecy.


That’s another story

 

Actually the entire family was involved.

 When he began this second job, my mom had to drag us along.

  She worked the show room and the phones while my dad would get leads from her,
drive to the customer’s houses,

close the deal and then measure for the installation.

 

Occasionally we would ride around with my dad from house to house.

  No telling how long we would have to wait in the car,

Long enough to convince someone who wanted to buy the sale windows
to spend their hard earned salery on the most expensive ones.

He never thought he took advantage of anyone
 because it was a good quality product that lasted the lifetime of the building.


We did a lot of homework and read a lot of books in the back of that oldsmobile 98

  

My brothers and I kept track of how many sales he made and how long it would take him.

  Let’s just say his record was phenomenal!

My dad always said, that in sales,

 all you’re really doing is selling is yourself


Another story

 

When we were younger we spent an eternity in that place
my mom would help us with our homework and we would play office or store

I'd pretend I was my mom
and my brothers were my customers

Whenever someone walked into the store,

my brothers and I were forced to hide in the back room

        where we peeked thought the peg board room divider

 and watched my mom give them her sales pitch. 

Trying to be as quiet as possible

 

My mom was pretty darn good too. 

However, she never got any credit for it.

 Everyone thought she was a stay at home mom,
and had it made 

 when actually
she was an extremely hard worker
and
quite gifted in the art of selling.

 

I learned a lot about sales from both my parents


Another story.


 
I’d listen to their sales pitch over and over again,

 until I could recite it in my sleep.

 I watched them size up the customer to decide how much they could charge.

 They knew the bottom line, the amount they needed to break even

and it was up to them to name the price,

 the difference was their commission.

We were always amazed that the people who looked like they didn’t have money

were the ones that did
Those individuals paid in cash

  

I soon discovered

The ones that looked like they had money

didn’t

 

 Eventually
 when we got a little older
my brothers had no interest in doing homework
 and hiding out in the showroom
so they stayed home
but I liked going there for some reason
and riding around in the car with my dad
we had some great conversations
and
I received alot of one on one time together with both my parents

eventually
they let me work the phones
 and
sometimes I'd get the opportunity to deal with real live customers,

especially if my mom was too busy taking care of someone else

 
but that’s another story.

 Mostly, I remember all the time we spent hiding in the back room,

in the dark while my parents tried to earn some extra money for the family.

 

On a typical sunny Saturday afternoon,

While I was home
alone
cleaning the house

If any of my parents friends happened to call,

 I was instructed to say my dad was playing golf and my mom was out shopping again.

Everyone figured that the spoiled daughter was probably reading a book.

  

I always wanted to tell the truth

That’s another story

stay tuned for being partners in his own steel company
and the hot dog stand

    Posted by roe on 2007-12-07 17:54:30 | Rating: | Views: 343
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I have to go, but, I tried to center this, and after I posted it, it was all jumbled
Posted by  roe  on 2007-12-07 17:59:14 
  
hi roe!
it's a good thing you commented your own - i was wondering where your 'blog graffiti' style went...
my folks worked hard too - long hours for me dad and sometimes jobs for me mom till she got sick...and that's another story. :o)
cheers!
:o)
Posted by  badlydrawnstickman  on 2007-12-07 18:51:14 
  
Great post! My Mom & Dad were hard workers. They didn't have it easy with me for a son! Thanks for checking out my blog! Take care!
Posted by  CavedogRob  on 2007-12-08 00:27:45 
  
roe
ho he ha whooooo

i often hear of riley's life...who is he?!>!>

is he the working father?
the caring mother?
the brutal brother?
or somthing other?

covered
we are
by ourselves
to protect
the respect
we get
from our money
Posted by  benventure  on 2007-12-08 02:05:35 
  
good morning guys,
thanks for the comments,
you all know how much I love comments
I fixed it just now
Im all centered again
and feel so much better
thats another story
Posted by  roe  on 2007-12-08 08:32:56 
  
remember if you see my parents
shusss
Posted by  roe  on 2007-12-08 10:01:52 
  
hugs you, thank you hon, good post, dont worry, it looks fine, its the story that we want

and, thank you, for all the mails, bless you for caring
Posted by  kentlass  on 2007-12-08 14:28:52 
  
As kids, i think we have all been guilty of assuming our parents have money all the time, and i guess it is there job to teach us the value of money, your parents sound like they worked really hard, not just for money, but for their kids respect and to make you proud.
As we become adults we realise how hard it must have been for our parents to feed us, clothe us and spoil us on special occasions, but they did it,
i am very proud of my parents, i might be useless with money, but i saw how hard they worked too.
Well done Roe, a post like this reminds us all how much our parents sacrificed for us kids.
hugs xx
Posted by  missmarie  on 2007-12-09 04:39:25 
  
I'm sensing a bit of anger from your post. Can you clarify this for me? I'm a mom of three teenagers. They express feelings of frustration and embarrassment when I am unable to provide them with the material things they want. Where is your frustration coming from..the fact that your parents worked hard but required you to come with them? Or the fact that your life of ease and luxury appeared to be an illusion. If truth was told, would you have felt better? Was it the deception? I can understand that. I don't sense that the purpose of your post is to commend your parents for the "sacrafices" they made, but to point out the pain that creating a fake facade causes. I"m wondering if your parents had alloweded truth to be told, and pride in hard work being valued instead of something to be hidden, you would have different feelings.

How do you feel about money and materialism now? Do you live differently than your parents or have their attitudes affected your way of living now? In what way? Just curious.
Posted by  jenna  on 2007-12-10 18:41:09 
  
really good questions, Im going to think about this for awhile, and get back to you. Interesting! thanks
Posted by  roe  on 2007-12-11 19:33:14 
  
I know one this for sure, there are alot of emotions connected to this post, but I have no anger whatsoever.

Posted by  roe  on 2007-12-11 19:37:00 
  
you said the truth

cause some one keen on face-saving

good day
Posted by  maryxiao  on 2007-12-25 03:02:43 
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