June 5, 2007

Death of a salesman.

I am off to do my Willie Loman thing; to convince potential customers to buy my superior products. Wingtips are are laced, the tie is knotted around my neck like the noose it is. Face is shaved, teeth are brushed. I don't need luck, this is my job and I have resigned myself I am good at it. I never wanted to be a salesman, but I have been at it for 15 years, I do not think I could go back to the cubicle farm at this point.

Smile HB, and remember it is never a good practice to let people know they are horses asses, even though most people are.

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