Embarrassing - Store Manager Sherwin-Williams Employee Review

I work at Sherwin-Williams. There was a time where--though I may not have enjoyed my job--I could at least say I was proud to work at S-W. No longer. My district is a joke. I have to do what they call "Seal Island" every week. Oooooo, I'm supposed to feel like I'm a great white shark hunting for seal. No, I feel like a stupid idiot walking around a Home Depot parking lot begging painters for business. What happened to this company? Where's the class? Oh, and let's not forget the days where I'm told to tail a competitor's delivery truck like I'm in some crappy, lame spy movie. It gets really embarrassing, too, when the driver notices I'm following him and we then proceed to have the world's most unexciting and pathetic car chase. This is so ridiculous. I should be in my store, managing my store. You know what else I love? I love trying to sell mid-grade level paint to a DIY for 50 dollars per gallon. When they look at me completely astonished, I'm supposed to say, "Oh, don't worry, we can set you up a preferred account and you'll get 10% off..... 10% off of 50 dollars.... so you'll only have to pay 45 dollars... WHAT A DEAL!!! I love getting stared at like I have horns. I'm so embarrassed by this company now, that when someone at a dinner party asks me where I work, I say: "Oh, I work at Sherwin and Williams. Attorneys at law." They're impressed for a moment, and I quickly say: "Yeah, no big deal, anyways, have you seen the Avengers?"