Talkin' Shit About A Pretty Sunset

When a company decides to purchase a product or service that makes their operations cheaper, faster or more profitable, it's the result of dedicated sales guys who worked their guts into sawdust in order to make it happen.

Academics would have you believe that useful commodities and services are allocated by way of the "invisible hand" of the market---that buyer and seller are brought together with the efficiency of some magical chemistry. In reality, the best products and services would be undiscovered by those who benefit without motivated mother fuckers willing to work 70 hours a week for an honest commission.

Salesmen are the oil in the capitalist mechanism, and everyone who enjoys the luxuries of new technology, better-tasting food or cheaper widgets has a sales guy to thank. This isn't to say there aren't many important players in that process, but in the end it comes down to raw pecuniary pursuits.

This was clear to me after two weeks in Thailand, running around 17 hours a day making sure that customers were happy and important business relationships maintained.

Few people see the hours and years of sleepless labor that salesmen put into creating a market and piecing together the economic puzzle of capitalism and prosperity. If there were no salesmen, the machine would sputter and seize to a halt. You can be sure of that.