Friday, July 25, 2003
at 8:40 PMSarah, It's Your Birthday
I ignore the Internet for a whole day, and Blogger changes its interface again. I hardly had a chance to become accustomed to the old new one. Oh, well.
Brian (the Vector division manager guy) sees me as a promising, bright sales representative. Ausgezeichnet. He'll thus be more likely to come to my aid, because I am encountering some difficulty in setting up appointments with people.
I'm supposed to make at least seven appointments over the next three days, but I only have five. I cannot reach my other three relatives (Krista, Debbie, and my aunt Barbara). I know dozens of people in Katy to whom I could sell all this fine cutlery, but as I no longer live in Texas my many connections benefit me not.
The few people I do know should be able to provide me with referrals- that's how the business works. However, my aunts are each just as recluse as I am. They claim to have no friends. This is a load of poop.
I could make a lot of money at this job, but I need to find people to sell to. Argh. The Father tried to discourage me (he's still his usual unsupportive self), but I really think if I just get going on some referrals, I'll be all right. It cannot be too difficult.
If anything, I need a job to make friends. There are three or four people training with me right now to whom I've gravitated toward. There are perhaps six brown families living in the entire St. Louis metropolitan area, but a Hispanic kid named Joe happens to be training with my group. He reminds me of home in a positive way. I partnered with a blond girl named Lisa for several role-playing sessions; she's very nice and a little nerdy.
A couple of high school kids, though, act up and don't pay attention. It's very unprofessional, besides obnoxious. I don't kiss ass, either, but I at least try to behave like a grownup. I like money and am rabid at the chance to make some. These schmucks appear not to care, but with the economy at its current deplorable level, few people can afford to take a lackadaisical attitude. If these kids don't want the job, they should go back home and have their parents pay for their car stereo systems. That's all one of them kept talking to his neighbor about, even as the manager discussed details.
I needed that miniature rant, on which I could (but elect not to) expand.
