Once upon a time I didn’t know what my Dad did for a living. I told a friend that he owned a “boxing company” and shamefully let this friend believe boxing meant combat versus packaging. How cool could selling boxes possibly be? Pretty dang cool if you ask me now, as I’ve banked almost five years proudly selling these boxes and industrial packaging supplies.
I should have known that selling boxes was my destiny.
When I was 10 I made my friends to play a game that entailed obnoxiously yelling into a disconnected phone and selling paper products, and throwing papers around in a mock of frustration. I also spent a lot of weekends playing hide-and-go-seek in between pallets of boxes in my Dad’s warehouse.
When the time came and I was dragged to my very first sales call, I still wasn’t sure what I was selling. I stared dumbfounded at a potential customer bending, poking, and pointing at this strange and seemingly important form of corrugation.
I remember thinking to myself, “This guy must be crazy, it’s a box for heaven’s sake, how complicated can this be?”
I was lost. I seriously considered climbing into the racking to hide. Maybe I could burn some of the boxes and send smoke signals requesting immediate help.
So, I sell boxes. When I was in high school I didn’t think to myself, “Man, I’ve really got to get into the exciting world of competitive box selling. No, I imagined myself wearing a power suit, smelling of expensive perfume, and parading around some office in fabulous heels. I think that’s how most girls feel after a stellar public education. Although, I never doubted my impact in the world would be tremendous.
Why am I doing this and why am I here? I’m a third generation packaging sales representative. If my family had a genetic disease, it would be called packaging sales; and it would be highly contagious! My love for all things corrugated is hard wired. Like a fish to water I am to a pallet of 10x10x10 boxes.
Reducing our carbon foot print: this is my mission, and it is the possibility of today. I’m offering a promise to our generation, rescuing one box at a time. And I’m doing this in a cute skirt, cheap perfume, and really fabulous shoes from Marshals ha-ha.
In my vanity driven wardrobe, I’m up to my ears in a warehouse full of rescued boxes. I am launching my company’s website, and trying spreading knowledge about packaging in our current economic climate. Please follow my lead and lend your ears. Maybe fill out a quote request too.