Tired of the smooth jazz

I have playing in the background.  Turned off.  Now what.  Thinking… come on, do something.

Get a call from another prospect.  Communicate pricing and he’s in, just need to wait for exact seat count.  I’ll be stunned if I don’t make quota this month.  I frankly don’t see how that would be possible.  Anyway….

Ready for class.  Blank page, what I’m calling it.

Poured the last glass of stainless Sebastiani Chard…. Tasted funny to me last night but right now it’s like a friend I’ve known for years but don’t see too often.  Huh,