I saw this documentary when I was in film school
For three days in my 20s, I worked for Kirby Vacuum doing door to door sales
two days of training and one day working for the company.
I was appalled when I did the math the customer was to pay $2,500.
that mean a $400 commission to me, and then some amount to the van driver who drove the sales team of 4.
then the supervisor of the van drivers
then the owner manager
so paying more than 10 times what the gadget was worth because at some point in society, there was no infrastructure to go to the mall
and if you couldn’t make what you needed or trade for it, you went without
anyway, I remember that the office was beside Knox Presbyterian Church in New Westminster
it had been years since I had been there, but I was distraught over the job
I am excellent at sales, I just have an intense dislike of selling
well I used to be. not being able to convince in person people of my story hasn’t helped my self image or confidence in my skill set.
anyway, I remember going to the church after I quit the job
I had an urge to see the table in the sunday school room
as if to confirm my memory of the saturday spent learning to use the rotor power tool to carve our names in the table
I remember how amazing it felt to hold that vibrating noisy machine and create sawdust
feeling the warm grooves in the wood with my fingertip
traceing my name
then years later
my finger on the glossy surface
peering into the wood grain
I had been there
the minister, older to me then, probably younger than me now
said something really helpful to me about the kirby office
“I see a lot of people go in. I rarely see them twice.”
the same can be said of religion and other personality cults.