For Those Considering a Career in Door-to-Door Magazine Sales...

Posted by Nicole Pasulka

 

If you think your job is bad, check out the hell on earth tha is door-to-door magazine sales. We guarantee you'll go in early and stay late for the rest of the week.

Have any of the kids pictured above showed up at your door hawking Allure magazine subscriptions for disabled kids or high school basketball teams? They were probably not telling the whole truth. According to this brilliantly reported, epic article in the Houston Press, working as a traveling magazine subscription salesperson is like a lot more exploitation and vice than wholesome summer job. 

The gruesome gist:

In the eight months the Press investigated door-to-door magazine sales across the country, the industry has seen at least three murders, one rape, two attempted rapes, one stabbing, one attempted murder, one vehicle fatality and one attempted abduction of a 13-year-old girl.

This article describes a world crazier than fiction. There's endless crime, drug use, deception, death and naked men. No one who hires, manages, or employs the young people working in door-to-door magazine sales seems to care about anything but the bottom line (read: $$) and, complicating matters even more, nobody driving the salespeople across the country has a valid driver's license.

Makes sitting at a computer in our underwear all day a bit more appealing. Who are we kidding, we LOVE working in our underwear. May we suggest blogger as a safer and much comfier career alternative for anyone seeking employment in magazine sales. Sure the drugs probably aren't as good, but you probably won't be driven off a cliff by your psycho boss. Probably.    

 


Comments

that was me said:

I was a mag salesman for about 3 weeks in 199-something while wandering around the country.  

In that time I saw plenty of exploitation, met some hilarious ex-gang members on the run,  observed a "management pay share system" that was basically a pyramid scheme and watched a newly hired 17 year old kid arrested at our motel in Phoenix for killing his entire family.  

I was never much of a salesman and I didn't like lying to people about working for enough points to win a free trip to Europe. Most times when they dropped me off I would just wander around the neighborhood until they picked me up again.  BUT, while I never saw a dime after three weeks of fucking off, there were uh, benefits.  Not medical or dental but certainly horizontal.    My favorite time being Christmas Eve day when I was pulled into a room at the Bahia Resort in San Diego, thrown down on the bed and ravaged by two amazingly sexy run-a-way black girls who called themselves Peaches and Cream.

Oh, and the housewives, my God the housewives. Believe me, Cinemax could do one of their midnight series on this shit alone.

July 22, 2008 8:08 PM

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