10:21
Writing and budget break. Three receipts, the looking for startup mixers and tech events… construction companies, robotics companies in the Bay Area if there are any. Hmmm…. More ideas. The coffee is speaking to me in calming urgencies, not frenzied as usual.
Two events booked, all tech or startup related. Quiet in the AE chatroom.
12:07
Off call with IT partner. Sales notes.. then more. Then more. The blogging, capturing everything not matter how boring or what kind of mood I’m in from….
Lunch. Leftovers from friend’s house. Trying to resist power nap but not sure how successful I’ll be. Maybe I shouldn’t resist. Maybe a nap would help.
2:32
Need a drive. Go to HQ. For what. I don’t know, pens? Have enough of those, but….. Running out of steam, even after the double-shot. Need a drive. I know, cruise fiber territory on Airport Blvd, or Wikiup, or downtown SR. JUST GET OUT OF THE HOUSE.
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Back from drive, wrapping up day. No more coffee. Wine time soon, thinking SB or one of the Chardonnays I bought for the house yesterday.
Light rain, was told it hailed on this side of Santa Rosa while I was driving around the Airport territory. Experienced only a handful of drops. Nothing significant or impressive.
No mood to write, or work, or prospect anymore. Actually…. A couple new leads, possibly. From the drive. Hold on…
Need more leads. So many more. Going to spend a couple bucks on a lead gen’ platform I found, maybe. Shouldn’t have to, but in this year’s quota war I’m ready to do just about anything. And not just to appease quota but elevate commissions.
This is a tough time, seriously. I have to log this stress and angry and tension, no matter how unhealthy some might say it is. I remind myself that one of the objectives in 2022 is to position self so I have to prospect not at all or very little.
Okay, again making the promise. Make the biggest project and business from this prospecting and lead generation dilemma. Will work into night, probably won’t get to treadmill tomorrow morning before leads group. Have to make self go later, at some point. No nap like today. Making prospecting and building my collective conversation – notice I didn’t say “network” – the dominant project and business and energy deployment.
Happy hour break here at house. Want to know what happy hour is, ask me… quoting someone who said that snidely and arrogantly, vindictively, recently. Back soon…
Some people, and you know who I mean, think the buttons that worked in the past will work now. Mine pushed, that is. Ha…. Thanks to Dad for pointing this out in a meeting tonight. 8:21pm… needed to mark the ‘pm’.
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Readying for bed. Does with the message, with the petty, with the insinuations humorous as they might be perceived. Letting monsters show their show. Glasses will have remarks in the NyQuil tone. Re-reading notes, then bed. Seeing the pages, the cafés, cards and tables. Finally.