Vowing to self to not be here too long. After 9:30 interview, I’ll head to HQ. Don’t want to feel that imposter nonsense today. Write about sales and the beginning of the year, the effects or apparent effects of this new covid variant. My SE got it, many of my friend’s co-workers in Napa caught it. Starting slow with this espresso. Running later, 6 miles on tread to one of the Peloton classes, avowed.
Settling into day, new year and its first month, slow. No rush. 354 days to hit quota, and I don’t even know what my new quota is. Hoping it’s not outrageous but if it is then I need to get outrageous and drastic and more crazed in my methods…
Sales…. Not selling. Building your book of business. Why is this such a struggle for me this month? It’s only January 11th, I know, but still. One lead at a time, and I have about five right now I need to touch, so I’m good, I think.
Build content— I mean, story. The story of me, a writer and essentially retired adjunct English Instructor or “professor”. Packing bag for HQ, getting the bloody clutter off this Nook table. One more sip…. Happy the rain left, and the sun stretches its language over the hill across the canyon, the Mayacamas slope.
This meditation and collection is near-mandatory for a sales bloke in the morning. It is for me, anyway…. Espresso gone. I, still. Listening to calming tracks, seeing the day nd exactly what I want. Maybe a drive to San Rafael, walk around territory, say Happy New Year and what not. Be sincere, be visible, start ONE conversation. Could use a drive anyway.
Calls and emails I’m remembering I have to make— Thinking too much. Settle into day, I tell myself, aGAIN. Listening to music, enjoying the quiet. Interview, 9:30. Just had to check, in case I had the time wrong, which has happened before.
Sipping coffee incredibly slow. Thinking HAPPINESS, generosity….. gratitude as my friend always accents. Just remembered the kickoff meeting is this Friday. Okay, so can’t take it off then as I though about doing. MY Tuesday TRUTH – Happiness. Do this sales thing in a way that makes you happy, not stressed or sick. Mom often reminds me of a family friend that became so stressed that he caught an ulcer or got sick, projecting blood or something. Horrible… don’t think that could happen to me but who knows. And HUMOR… find this funny. Pressure to make quota, the pandemic still going on, and in my mind not enough fiber-optic out there to really help me make the money I want.
Now I’m getting cynical.. find it funny. IT IS.
What would #professormikey say…? What would he do? What he’s doing right now.
8:59, guess I should get interview-ready, right? Looking forward to my drive across town. About EVERYTHING. Need to be reminded, even if I’m the one reminding, doing the reminding.
9:06am…….. Starting to use and like ellipsis again. Just feels right, or accurate with how I’m feeling. Quiet in house, why would I leave. Recorded short video, about sales, telling “viewers” to sell nothing… tell stories and share passion.
YEAH… how about following your own advice there, professor?
You’re right. I will. Starting today. I promise. After happiness and peace, health. I want to be alive forever for my babies and if something were to happen to me I want them tho think of me as loving and happy and passionate, providing for them and being there for EVERYTHING.
9:13. Okay, interview mode. Where are my questions for this young bloke? The AE notebook, of course. Need more caffeine, ha….
10:09, interview over. Leaving MM laptop here, Paris journal as well. Get on that goddamn phone, I tell myself, I when I get to the office. Not sure about canvassing today, being in the Field with the rising case numbers. Not sure how that would be perceived…. Ugh, covid needs to bloody DIE. So over it. I’m exhausted… pandemic exhaustion, truly.
Opened the Swan Pinot last night, the one remaining in my cellar, or collection. More a collection anymore. Not sure I ever had a “cellar”. Well of course I didn’t. Cellar doesn’t mean quantity, or even quality… a cellar is a style of room, architecture, temperature control. Right? Either way, the Swan was better than I remembered and perfect for a night of relaxing and not writing. Last night I wanted to live, relax, watch some stupid comedy and then a little of Sevret Window which I’ve seen hundreds of times.
Putting self into Sales form. Bag packed. Do I want a latte? YES. Of course I do. I don’t feel that caffeinated, honestly. So why not treat myself, I ask. Yes, very much treat yourself Mike. Happy New Year to ME. If you’re in sales, self-care and LOVe shoaled be paramount to, well, pretty much everything. You’re not well, you don’t sell.