Wind, I say to myself, that’s not good.
Opened cold brew and I swear after the first fucking sip I am with an afterburner of a thought-stream…
Distracting self away from distractions, how does that sound funny? Does to me, ‘cause it’s true. Training is losing my attention, so I assign everything that everyone says a comedic coat. And wouldn’t you fucking know… it works.
10:45… cold-calling, one of the funniest fucking things, and fascinating, that I can muster now. AE’s or other rep types sound so fucking robotic. Not me… I go into it like I don’t give a fuck.
Because, well, I don’t. And not in a bad or dismissive, or malicious way…. Just whatever happens happens.
“And… we’re runnin’ out of time,” the trainer says. He’s in Philly, but sounds like he’s form the South somewhere. Some of his sentences make me smile, and I have to turn my camera off so no one sees me laughing.
Almost had to right there, after writing that…