The travelling salesman was a boy
I was up in Boston for work and I just got back. I love the New England accent. I will move there one day and be one of them. I already say a few words like the way they say it.
Life has changed so much. It has been a month since I started here and it feels like ages. I stayed at the homestead suites because we didn’t get into any of the Sheratons. They were all booked and my boss apparently didn’t do the planning right. After a long day of meeting with clients, I was all but dead. We didn’t have a place to stay and finally got a couple of rooms at the homestead suite. I took my shoes off, lay myself on the bed and began flipping through the channels. I was tickled to see Manorama on TV in some small city in Massachusetts. Sun TV and Zee TV were part of the ensemble also including porn on demand. Hit the sac and didn’t wake up till 6:30 in the morning. The two days were spent meeting young and middle aged Caucasian men with an amazing accent. I didn’t get to meet anyone else. You get used to a very diverse crowd being in the NY/NJ area and the change was refreshing and fun. Another reason that I didn’t get to meet any apna people was maybe cos I wasn’t meeting with the IT team but was meeting with buyers and sellers and their managers.
All in all, it is an exciting time for me. With power comes responsibilities and with responsibilities come accountability. I will not have the luxury of pointing the blame towards my boss or hiding behind the shadow of my boss. Balls it will take and balls may it be.
I don’t seem to feel the flow or motivation to write anymore. There is a shift in the mind set and too many things happening at the same time. I have to write. I have to learn to keep the flow on. It is 3 in the afternoon and I am home. I am home working and typing this stuff on my laptop.
The salesman has to wake up in me. A salesman talks a lot and I seem to be too cynical to talk to people. I will only talk to genuine people and I have to learn to be consistent across the board and talk to everyone, their mothers and their grandmothers if I can find them. I will have to learn to talk, talk and talk.
Does it happen to you sometimes where you think you are still a kid and where you have a bunch of people reporting to you and you don’t even realize when you grew up for that to happen? Well it is happening to me and I have to accept the fact that I have a place in the hierarchy at the present time and I have to make my position, place and space.
I have to try and find some food for myself as I haven’t eaten since morning. Gawker, congratulations on your one year. You have earned a fan base that looks forward to reading the shit you write and what comes out of that eccentric brain of yours. Keep writing and be funny. As usual, I will be watching you.
Life has changed so much. It has been a month since I started here and it feels like ages. I stayed at the homestead suites because we didn’t get into any of the Sheratons. They were all booked and my boss apparently didn’t do the planning right. After a long day of meeting with clients, I was all but dead. We didn’t have a place to stay and finally got a couple of rooms at the homestead suite. I took my shoes off, lay myself on the bed and began flipping through the channels. I was tickled to see Manorama on TV in some small city in Massachusetts. Sun TV and Zee TV were part of the ensemble also including porn on demand. Hit the sac and didn’t wake up till 6:30 in the morning. The two days were spent meeting young and middle aged Caucasian men with an amazing accent. I didn’t get to meet anyone else. You get used to a very diverse crowd being in the NY/NJ area and the change was refreshing and fun. Another reason that I didn’t get to meet any apna people was maybe cos I wasn’t meeting with the IT team but was meeting with buyers and sellers and their managers.
All in all, it is an exciting time for me. With power comes responsibilities and with responsibilities come accountability. I will not have the luxury of pointing the blame towards my boss or hiding behind the shadow of my boss. Balls it will take and balls may it be.
I don’t seem to feel the flow or motivation to write anymore. There is a shift in the mind set and too many things happening at the same time. I have to write. I have to learn to keep the flow on. It is 3 in the afternoon and I am home. I am home working and typing this stuff on my laptop.
The salesman has to wake up in me. A salesman talks a lot and I seem to be too cynical to talk to people. I will only talk to genuine people and I have to learn to be consistent across the board and talk to everyone, their mothers and their grandmothers if I can find them. I will have to learn to talk, talk and talk.
Does it happen to you sometimes where you think you are still a kid and where you have a bunch of people reporting to you and you don’t even realize when you grew up for that to happen? Well it is happening to me and I have to accept the fact that I have a place in the hierarchy at the present time and I have to make my position, place and space.
I have to try and find some food for myself as I haven’t eaten since morning. Gawker, congratulations on your one year. You have earned a fan base that looks forward to reading the shit you write and what comes out of that eccentric brain of yours. Keep writing and be funny. As usual, I will be watching you.
posted by zambezi at 3:52 PM
2 Comments:
The very best of luck. When exterior changes happen too soon too many, its imperative that one must change himself or chaos will ensure.
car- i will and i am. thats the only way out. thanks for the wishes.
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