Day 23

03/29/11 - 23 days without sale

Not me.
Courtesy of nswiki.net.

1117hrs. I'm starting to write this entry a little bit late today because the biggest boss of bosses [in this area (she still answers to a higher authority)] called for a meeting regarding our performance as a team. She says we suck. We suck really bad.

Apparently I lack confidence. I'm pretty confident. Look at me.

A full day stuck in the showroom awaits.

1550hrs. There's no privacy in this place. Twenty of us have to share five computers. So I bring my trusty laptop. But everybody uses it to check their facebook. I should install a keylogger to see what they type. Should be revealing.

Its hard to write with people looking over my shoulder.

Time to trudge through the internet and say that I'm prospecting. Hello readers. Want to buy a condo?

1736hrs. Idiots sitting next to me don't know how to google search. How to unblock an excel file. How to enable popups for google chrome. What color is an opal. How to make a word document landscpae. Its all on the internet. Searching for "how to unblock an excel file" will not lead you to a porn site. I promise.

I'm defacto tech support here.

Not bad for a liberal arts student.

1812hrs. Yeah. I'm still at the office. The boss is telling us to go the extra mile and stay beyond office hours in the hopes that somebody ends up walking in an taking a look around.

Then BAM! Closed.

Mr. Prospect won't know what hit him. Like a mortar to the nuts.

1900hrs. Home. Food. Tired.

2020hrs. Gonna prepare for what looks to be a 13 hour shift tomrorrow.

Good times.

Yeah.