We lived in a hotel for a few days until our apartments were ready for us. We all started getting a little stir crazy, with all of our belongings being crammed into 3 hotel rooms. We couldn't have been more relieved to finally be able to move into our apartments--which turned out to be great.
I don't know how they convinced me, but everyone told me it would be a good idea for me to sell, since I was worried about what I was supposed to do all day long. There were two other girls doing it and I figured if they were brave enough than I could be brave enough. The first day we didn't get out there until 4. I shadowed Derick for a few hours, and was thoroughly impressed. He is a natural at sells! I then went to my own area and shadowed my boss for another hour or so. And then, suddenly I was on my own. My every anxiety was placed into one. Being as shy and timid as I am, I could not understand how I was supposed to knock on a strangers door and ask them to buy something from me. I cherry picked the houses I would knock on, only choosing the cute, friendly looking, houses. I knocked for an hour by myself only a few people had answered and after listening to me stumble over my words for 10 seconds they told me they weren't interested (luckily, in a polite way. They probably felt bad for me) and I said "ok, thank you so much for your time!" and bolted off their porch. I am not near pushy enough to handle this sales thing. I decided 60 minutes of that was long enough and I walked back over to Derick's area and shadowed him for the rest of the night. I was way in over my head. The next morning I had made my decision--I was not going to be selling that summer. Derick had tried convincing me months before we even went out, and I always told him no. Somehow they had convinced me when we got there, I tried it, and decided it wasn't for me, and Derick was so understanding, and just glad that I had given it a shot.
The next day I got the best news. They had work for me to do in the Garbage Man offices. Within the first hour of my first day I discovered it was the perfect job for me. I was to sit at a desk all day, not having to deal with a single customer, listening to music, entering in contracts. It was right in my element. Everyone kept asking if I knew how much I was getting paid. I never had even bothered to ask because I was just so happy to have stuff to do. Within a few days I felt like I had waited too long and it would be too awkward to ask so I decided to just wait until my first paycheck to find out. A couple of weeks later I was pleasantly surprised to have received the biggest paycheck of my life. All for sitting on my butt all day?? I then became sad that my job wasn't permanent and I would have to quit eventually when we went back to Colorado or Utah. On another note Derick immediately was killing it out there on the streets. Coming home with top sales not only for his team, but the entire company. I slowly but surely realized even more that everything happens for a reason, and moving to Minnesota was actually the best thing to happen to us all summer. Everything was falling right into place.
I was the only person not selling at the time (two wives still hadn't come out, and wouldn't be until the beginning of june.) So for the first month when i got home from work I was all by myself for around 4 hours every day with nothing to do. I began to explore and discovered there was so much to do in Minnesota! We lived 4 minutes walking distance away from a beautiful lake with a great running trail all the way around it. Our apartment complex had a huge pond right in our backyard with tons of brand new baby geese, and 2 pools. We lived 5 minutes from the library, and 15 from the Mall of America. There are multiple parks within walking distance with everything you can think of, tennis courts, baseball fields, basketball courts, acres of green grass.. there were endless things to entertain.
When everyone got home at night it was an immediate party. We lucked out, deciding to do summer sales with all of our friends. Things are better than I could have hoped for, even in Colorado. Life is good.
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