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Sales and what it is, what it’s perceived to be.  How they say at this new company “No one wants to talk to sales people…” So I’m not doing that.  I’m approaching this as a writer, blogger.  That’s it.  Simplified and singularized.  Not even consolidated.  And get away from Sales.. more into the character of the company, my story in coming there… the letter I wrote, or my statement.  How I receives Sales… an experience, and NOT SALES.  Learning the new technology and building from Day One which was 10/17/22 working from home because of covid.  New forward…

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Jack with a fever but feeling better.  

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Yesterday’s Emergency care visit, shaking me but the later composed and better.  Just what I thought, he has some virus, take tylenol to keep down fever and wait it out.  Rest of the day relaxing in condo, and today more of the same but promised Jack and Emmie we’d go for a drive, the carwash for exterior only.

Next month, my favorite.  NaNoWriMo…. New project for self and tying it to the new sales story…. Posting it all to blog, for review and edits and reads.

Plan is to wake tomorrow at 5:20, when I’d usually wake for the SF drive.  I’ll be able to squeeze in 60-70 minuets of Composition.  Tomorrow’s Halloween but NaNoWriMo project starts tomorrow.  Story is what is – the immediate, the postmodern.  

9:48m espresso and coffee made.  But then Emma tells me she wants Daddy breakfast at Starbucks.

Possible direction for NaNo project… inward jots.  Letters to self.  Not the whole book, just part of it.  Hmmmm……

Slept in, and I feel so alive I’m nearly laughing.  Also laughing at some people and their recent communications, but I’ll get into that with the NaNo month.  Starting new doc now….  This is an exercise in manifesting, making everything the way I need it, and want it, and just the way it should be.

WRI-TER.

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#blogeverythingnow HAPPINESS. Imagine that.

Working in loft still,  Jack relaxing on couch and feeling better.  

Me on Diet Coke number 2.  There, just opened it and took a sip.  Dinner at Mom and Dad’s tonight, Henry staying home with his mom.  Definitely what needs to happen, he’s the baby and always wants Mama.  Stampeding through thoughts, everything.  The postmodern compositor and communication pf all this.  Looking at properties, their addresses, contact information.  Just want to get out there and SELL.  That’s my attitude.  My tenacity not so much getting the best of me but telling me to intensify.  So I will.  Story building itself.

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Training over.  Emails sent, Jack home because he didn’t feel well this morning.  He’s feeling better now, and I’m in a bit of a cruise control.  Excited to be back in office on California Street, Monday.  Seeing this all differently now, with everything being presented from the floor plans to the Fob tech aspect, same way I felt when starting at Sonic.  Something completely new, and the approach to starting conversations and materializing genuine connection with people.  NARRATION.  Over and over hearing people say ‘story’.  Know I’m in the right place, space.  Striating new book, acknowledging the Composition, the Kastle.

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12:36

Another meeting at 1.  Then a break.  Break from coffee.  Listening to a virtual meeting, one recorded months ago.  Going to do well here, I know.  I’ve decided so, but also from my knowledge and abilities in this field.  Had a jam session, quick one, with trainer on a sales pitch, elevator pitch.  Told her I don’t do such “pitches”, that I get to know the human but still communicating crucial content regarding the managed service I’m selling.

This experience, how I sold myself to get here, narrated my SELF to get here.  That’s what I’ll continue to do but I don’t need to tell you that.  You’ve read that here before.  Emotion now, calm, content.  And hungry, but could use a nap more than anything edible.  Tomorrow and Sunday morning practice runs for Monday morning and the drive to SF.

All this information and considerations concerning properties fascinate me, endlessly.  Never thought I’d be in this conversation coming from the wine and academic terrains.  Next week, going o meet every human I can in this multifamily place and platform.  Rebranding myself, I think…. With all this information and these new conversations.

4-6 months.  That’s my plan, and aim.  Be up and running and selling by then.  Just my first week, I know.  But my hunger is one of my more agreeable traits and honestly something I love about myself. So I’m not stopping.

Budgeting later, new drawing of.  New plan, all around simplicity and consolidation.  Last night having a little of that Cline Mourvedre I thought about my life, its composition and entirety.  That thought of ‘last times’.  Last time I apply for a job, last time I work at a winery, last time I spend time with certain people, talk to them….  Interesting to look at life that way. This is the last “job” I’ll ever have, apply for.  That’s the way I’m making it. There is NO possibility of me not doing well… I’m going to startle the company with how well I do.  My energy and enthusiasm as a few people have already commented.  That is my brand, that is my voice, that’s my “pitch”.

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One meeting down and another in 15.  Metaphor of drinking from the firehose.  Somewhat applicable, hate the way that sounds and the thought of all this water coming at me.  Don’t feel that way.  That’s why I say, somewhat applicable.  First day in office Monday.  Clothes shopping tomorrow, need new shoes.  Monday morning, no choice but to be up at 5 or a bit earlier.  That means, bed as soon as sun’s down.  The adjust meant will be rough, but I have no choice.  More sleep, different habits.

Infrastructure 101, title of next training.  Enjoy my trainer’s tone and character.

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Journal writings, one line reading how I’m teaching myself to write all over again.  

To not care, just put everything to page.  Dinner done, light dinner, rest of gyro and an Oliver’s mini-Caesar wit no chicken.  Now some Mourvedre and Thievery Corporation the more music after in office.  Bed early.  The whole point of the evening, and I’m not failing.  Also promised Kerri, Ms. Kerri, that I would find a restaurant in Marin for us to try.  Thinking of starting in Novato.

First week of new sales story almost done.  How… what am I learning, nearly too much.  On a new CRM and there’s another after this one, prospecting and product… but this is it.  My last conventional job.  How can I say that, ‘cause I know.  After this, who knows.  And I’m not thinking about that anymore.  Not letting myself.  More connect to current scene and whatever conversations I’m having.  I’ll plan to a degree, but the aim is rev generation, give my babies whatever they want, a couple things for me like the beach house and old VW, and that’s it.

Stresses are gone, flew away hours ago, scared of my calm and contained temperament and character composition, newly impassioned Personhood.

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More nasal-y and couch prone this morning than yesterday from what I remember.  Plenty of sleep, ready for day and training on some CRM or lead gathering program.  Day 4 today, hoping and hoping and more hoping for a negative tomorrow when I test.  I’ll take it midday, that should be a safe or sound strategy.  Give the covid the first half of the day to get the fuck out.

Coffee now, settling in.  My one objective for today is this training and rest.  Do some exercise.  A walk, will take the running route down Conde.

Just invited to a sales training, 11am it starts.  Someone I haven’t yet met inviting me.  As many conversations as I can start, as many people as I can meet… my plan, Beat.

9:40 break from training that was just announced this morning. Sales training with the VP of Sales Development.  She’s amazing.. her energy and positive disposition and explanation of everything.  Her and I are very similar, I can see.  She a couple times complimenting my energy and attitude, “…And you have covid!… You’re gonna kill it, I know.” She said.  Made me smile.

This new sales story, EVERYTHING I need to give the kids opportunities, as well as myself.  Have to be back in a little over 10 minutes.  My excitement and eagerness and inner-narrative is more than I can handle, nearly.  Got m ore coffee from coffee corner in loft kitchen.

HAPPY… in a way I haven’t been in years.  Last night’s call with kids and their mother, doing something to me.  Composition, like I said to VP this morning.  Story about this rep in Northwest, Seattle I believe, making President’s Club in under 6 months.  Trip is to Iceland.  Let’s see…. 6 moths from now would be…. April.  Whatever, in 6 months or less I WILL kill Quota.  No limitation on deployment.  Huh… imagine that.

No disrespect to anyone or anywhere, just thinking of this story versus the last.  Hav to credit the last for getting me here though, no denying.  Longer I’m in sales I see the connectedness of everything.  This office to where she’s calling from DC. 

Have to calm self, temperament.  Not so much slow, but Equilibrium, one reflective and stabilizing.  Bed earlier tonight, telling self again.  Like last night.  Could have been earlier, but…. Took time to relax, thank about kids, some writing, watch a movie I confess.  But tonight, DISCIPLINE.

Under sheets at 9:30, latest.  Wake at 5-something, write, plan.. how the sales story will go, succeed.

Logging back in, 8 minutes.  No questions, just openness.  Accepting everything.  Listening, erecting later.  Consolidation… having things easy.  That’s what happiness is – celebration of the seemingly simple, the singular.  I keep thinking about end-games, or the grand aim and goal of my story.  Honestly, the kids – that they’re happy and healthy, that they have EVERY opportunity.  Financial freedom for myself and them.

Logging back in…. Want more.  Loving all words and expressions, all these stories she’s telling, how she speaks of the products and timelines, the company, all of it.

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Training over… now for lunch. 

Company Door Dash gift, ordered from Skillets here in Windsor, a place my kids and I used to frequent quite a bit back in the day.  Figured out a couple tech issues on my own, which somewhat shocked me considering how still not-100% I feel.

Feeling much better though, I have to say being in this office and at the desk.

Cold, turning on heater.  PEACE in this loft office.  Waiting for brunch, collecting thoughts, looking at attachments sent over in email…. Think order just arrived.

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2:18 good bit of time after lunch and the exhaustion creeps on me.  Sipping Diet Coke hoping to thwart it, but it’s not doing much.  Haven’t been outside since…. Well technically since Katie dropped off everything yesterday, was just on patio.  Want to check mail, get some air…. Thoughts everywhere, can barely contain them.

4:31 having some technical issues, thought I could solve on my own but I’m surrendering.  I’m done.  Calling it.  Covid symptoms retreating, hoping by some godly grace I test negative tomorrow but I doubt that’ll happen.  What do I do now…. Not much to write or report, just. My frustration with this email and Teams issue.  I’ll get it resolved tomorrow.  Keep forgetting today’s the first day.

Waking early and getting on the phone with IT, making it all get resolved.

Nothing to write, starting to feel a bit tired.  Almost time for the news.  The news and some juice.  Not ready for wine yet, or beer.  Yawned again, and I’m sure you are too.  See? Goddamn covid, making my entries even more bland.

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5:50

Watching world news.  Still feel that obsessive shape in thinking, unavoidable.  And my attention is shit.  One thing then another, then another, fantasizing when I can have a glass of wine, and I’m like FUCK COVID.  No the wine, not at all… that is cut my time short with my babies.  I’ll never forgive this devil virus.  Calming, still obsessing over the IT impasse with the company.  Have to lat it go, like Dad once said in reference to something completely different.

Dad, his writing… speaking to me.  Challenging this new now covid-composed Mike Madigan to post everything to blog.  Elaborate late, in whatever book or whatever.

x tells me she doesn’t feel good now.  What reaction does she expect.

Tough shit.  Pretty sure that was expected, so I said it.

Feel myself collecting and compiling and emboldening in character and composition from this covid intersection.  But then I feel tired, rub eyes, miss my parents and sister, Ms. Kerri…. Wrote first haiku in my new 1000 project, first in days.  Again, fuck covid.  Wondering if I got it at the Garza concert.  Who cares, doesn’t matter.

This company has me more health intended, with all its wellness challenges.  No energy for a run, not yet, so thinking of waking early and going for a walk like my mother-in-law, or ex’.  She I think walks every morning.  EVERY, morning.  No matter what skirmish or hostility still breeds, I can only say that’s something to mimic.  And maybe I will tomorrow.

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10:28 kids picked up and me back from Café Noto where I got a smaller latte, already having had some espresso this morning when up with Henry.  Listing what I have to do, first instinct of course was to clean, but I’m waiting.  This kids didn’t leave the loft nor their side of the third floor in that much ruin, surprisingly.

Dishwasher, only sound now.  Need to stop by bank, get memory stick along with some other things… clean that goddamn office.  CLEANING… no.  Relax for a minute, enjoy the quiet I tell self.  

The Green and outside, so promising, like ti’s telling me that I’m about to have the most amazing day to myself but won’t disclose any specifics.  I have to wait. And I’m fine with that.

This next story, measured in my approach to it.  Sales, but different.  Conversations and people, more focus on me and my passion and elevated interests.  No anxiety, not a drop this morning or last night.  I’m just disallowing its existence.  That simple.  This revised Mike Madigan sees scenes in a simplified beam.  Much more helpful, not sure why I didn’t put it into extreme practice earlier in life.