Corporate summit or conference event today in Pleasanton, at some winery I’d heard of but never visited. With the rain and traffic I barely have any energy for anything, much less this paragraph.
Dinner done, no wine tonight. Feeling different about the sales life and this telecom gig. Something new, in the way of attitude. My last shot to make this work. Deploying everything and going top write and write about ALL my activity.
The calls, the street time. Fucking everything. If the people around me can kill quota as they do and have a steady string of 10k commission checks, then a writer can too. Right? I mean, am I deceiving myself? Guess I’ll see.
Watching news, same stories on repeat. Another sparkling water, and I feel like I could go to bed. Am I coming down with something? Throat felt a little scratchy when I woke up. Shit I hope not.
19:07. Nurse still at work. Me losing steam. I should just stop. These types are too much. Feeling a bit defeated, and a tad in retreat.