That’s the aim.  First call loaded.  Messaged Nurse, she tells me she has a story and I’m fucking dying to hear what it is.

Had a call with a guy from Samsung.  Fascinating, really, the tech they use.  Who their clients are, the passion this guy spoke with.  I was locked and kept in what he was saying.

More decided in this sales story, this writer.  One call, then another.  Two messages left.  Who know if they’ll call back, with the Labor Day weekend.  Told Nurse I’d be getting lunch at Oliver’s, and I want her to know all steps in my story. 

I don’t know, it’s motivating to me, to hold myself accountable to document and relay all details no matter how boring they might fucking seem.

Hear cars passing, then either a garbage truck or construction vehicle.  Tempted to look, but don’t.  I let my thinking paint whatever pic it wants.  I love walking around this town, and can barely stand the wait for lunch.

Meeting in a bit, yes another.  And on a Friday, which is odd.  Reaching out to more law firms, see if they need a tech/telecom fella.  Going into day with a completely rewritten demeanor.