Ok... I have a problem. I can't say NO. I try. Sometimes I manage a no here and there. But overall... I just like to see peoples smiling faces and when I see them looking downtrodden... I say YES instead of NO even if it means I'm out money, or time.
Enter Schwan's man stage left--I've known, no less than THREE count them THREE Schwan's guys. I've listened to their tales of woe, of the long horrible hours, the low pay, and the sob stories. And I feel bad for them. They're nice guys, trying to eek out a living for their families, doing a crappy job. So when a Schwan's dude comes to my door... it's like I want to say NO but I can't. I can't say NO. So I say... give me a frozen pizza. Because I picture poor John schlepping through the snow, and sleet to deliver some crazy persons food, or any of the other schwan's dudes that tell their stories of attack dogs, stoned customers, etc etc.
Now... I had successfully escaped the Schwans guy a year ago. I had a schwan's guy that was super nice. He'd come, deliver the food and we'd visit. I heard all about the kid he was adopting, and at one point he gave me Red Wing Tickets that he couldn't use. I mean... seriously this is my problem. I bond with these guys. I listen to them, and my big mouth just keeps chatting them up. So when Schwan's guy Mike (the one with the Red Wing Tickets) ended up going to work elsewhere I seized the opportunity. It started by me telling Mike, not to put me on the renewal list. Then when the new guy DID show up, I told him only come as an on call basis. But he wouldn't take no for an answer... He came every other week. So finally I devised a plan. I had the handy man, at the time, go out and tell the Schwan's guy that we would no longer be needing his services. It was guy to guy. I figured... hey... he doesn't know it's the handy man, and Handy Mandy can be firm, while I'm cowering in the background. (hiding behind the door actually so that I was never even seen)
Fast forward to Tuesday when Schwan guy Joe came to my door. It was cold and rainy. He was trying to develop a new route. He offered me a new catalog. He gave me free ice cream, just cuz I talked to him. And who doesn't like free ice cream!!!!????!!! And then when he returned on Friday....
I got a frozen pizza.
I suck.
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Hi. Love your Schwans blog. It rings a bell. I'm a schwans guy. I've been so for only 5 months but your comments are so true. The only difference is, when they tell me they don't want service, that's what I want to hear. I definately don't want to come to someones house who really isn't interested in schwans. Its their service that they signed up for and if they don't want it, I don't want to waste their time or mine by coming to peoples doors with my hat in my hand.
And yes, it is a crappy job with low pay and a ton of hours. I wish that weren't the case as it has the potential of being a fantastic job, but whoever designed their pay system over the years is a retard. I like doing it, in a way, but do I like getting "no-saled" when I've been out for 12 hours and really just want to get home to my wife and kids? Heck no.
D in MN
**sigh**... I'm glad you like your job sort of. From what I hear, their pay system is screwed up. I didn't sign up for Schwans here. I think the guy is just really trying to build up a route. The problem is, he says he'll come every other Tuesday then he shows up like every other MONTH on a tuesday. lol. Oh well. I'm not complaining. It saves me money when he doesn't show. And sometimes... a frozen pizza is worth the hassle. ;)
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