Why is life so hard? Why is it so difficult to make a living? These were the questions that ran through Valencia’s head as she watched another door slam in her face. The 5’7 woman stared angrily at the white door that had just closed. How was she supposed to make a little if the people did not give her the time of day? Valencia stared at the catalog in her hand. The booklet was titled ‘Spice up your sex life. Fun with toys and other exciting contraption.’ So, it was not one of the most appealing names, but that was beside the point. Valencia needed to make a sale or else.<br/><br/>The thirty year old recalled her little visit to her boss’s office. The meeting was short and sweet. He basically said if she does not sell anything this time around, she would be fired. Letting out an annoyed sigh, the woman tried the next house. It only took her a few minutes to realize that she would not make a sale at this house. The woman worked her way down the block. With each new stop, she was greeted by more disappointment. Finally, she had it. If the next house denied her, she didn't know what she would do.<br/><br/>“The next house better by something” she muttered to herself before knocking on the door with great anger.  Valencia smoothed out her long black hair and tried to put on her best face as she waited for someone to open the door. When that person finally came, she grinned widely, showing off her pearly whites.<br/><br/>“Hello. My name is Valencia, call me Val. Could you possibly spear a few moments of your time so I can talk to you about some of our new products?”