Motivation Killers

I hate it when this happens: I'm all psyched, ready to make that first call of the evening, sure this night will be profitable. With cup of hot chocolate by my side and smile on my face, I dial that first number.

I usually expect voicemail, and am ready to leave an inviting message. Last night, however, my first call answered. I couldn't tell if the voice was male or female, but it was quite loud. "Don't you call here no more, you sumbitch!," it boomed. The TV and other loud voices could be heard in the background.

I hung up, just a little dejected. I found it difficult to dial the next number. I stopped, read some Zig Ziglar, and listened to a Leader's Club audio. I pretended I was Donald Trump. I was ready to go again.

I find it sad that we're so bombarded with advertising crap all day that we reject almost everything. Most of us have been fooled enough by various ploys that seemed legitimate that we believe almost everything is some kind of scam.

Last night ended on a high note--I signed a new downline associate. Had I stopped prospecting when I wanted to, that wouldn't have happened. My thanks to Zig Ziglar, Leader's Club, and The Donald.