0812hrs. Stuck at the showroom today manning the front desk. Nothing is really going to happen so, here's a longer journal entry.
0815hrs. Time to prepare coffee.
0847hrs. Somebody walked in and asked about the condos. Nobody else was at the front desk so I smiled the widest (insert name of reputable real estate development company here) smile I could.
Qualifying is important.
"I'm actually looking for a condo on behalf of my aunt"
The person that came in isn't the final decision maker.
1000hrs. I'm hungry. Nobody's coming in.
1128hrs. Lunch time. Chinese food. Again. I have to be back at the office at around lunch time so the guy I'm manning with gets to have some food too.
1228hrs. Back. Doing nothing. Let's play some Starcraft.
1328hrs. I'm waiting for a potential buyer. He said he'd visit the showroom today. So pumped.
This could be it.
Operation wild mangosteen plantation steal, here we come!
Emailed the Russians. They haven't gotten back to me. Could be because I'm saying too much.
1519hrs. Still waiting.
1635hrs. Waiting.
Helped the teammate I like the least not look like an idiot.
I should have taken that client.
1700hrs. My shift is officially over. Still waiting.
And waiting.
1800hrs. Waiting.
Assisted a broker.
1900hrs. Waiting. Playing Starcraft. Waiting.
2000hrs. You get the point.
2045hrs. Fuck it. Headed home.
An unintentional 13 hour shift.
Not getting paid anything extra.
2125hrs. The potential buyer didn't show up.
At least he had the decency to inform me.
At 9 in the evening.
2148hrs. Fuck. I have to send out sample computations.
Cramming time.
Its like college all over again.
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Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Day 50: Recovery
04/30/11 - 50 days without sale
Did 13 hours yesterday.
Got out of the office at 1700hrs.
Then did booth work from 2200 - 0230 the next day.
The 5 hours in between was to prepare.
Spent most of today in bed recovering and watching Starcraft.
Did 13 hours yesterday.
Got out of the office at 1700hrs.
Then did booth work from 2200 - 0230 the next day.
The 5 hours in between was to prepare.
Spent most of today in bed recovering and watching Starcraft.
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Thursday, April 7, 2011
Day 32
04/07/11 - 32 days without sale
So it looks pro, I encourage everybody to abbreviate this blog to TVLH.
0914hrs. Team lead still hasn't arrived yet. I'm inspired to work.
I have no idea what we're going to do today. Probably field.
I received an email from big boss battle regarding a mission in an undisclosed place slated for an undisclosed time with an undisclosed number of operatives operating in the undisclosed operation.
I'm being considered for and undisclosed position in the undisclosed operation because of my undisclosed wealth of undisclosed knowledge of the undisclosed location that they refuse to disclose.
All I know is that it doesn't involve the Russians.
I think I may have said too much.
Buy air now and get a condo for free! (in two or so years)
1124hrs. So. Hungry. Yeah. Let's have lunch. Lunch is good.
1326hrs. Meeting with undisclosed party (is it the Russians or big boss battle? The plot thickens.)
1638hrs. Just got back from the meeting.
Team got into trouble because a client wasn't entertained properly. I wasn't there at the time but I'm still somehow involved. That's the way shit goes down in the real world apparently. If I were there, I would have entertained the shit out of that orphan. A song and dance number with fireworks and acrobatic contortionist elephants. I would have done that. Really.
1730hrs. Home. Coffee. Starcraft. Congratulations to Moletrap for his GSL gig.
Waiting for Nuke the Stars to release another video.
1800hrs. Sample computation time. As a sales person, one needs to know the numbers like nothing else. Its what everybody asks. I'd like to think I have it down. The numbers. Damn the numbers.
*cringe*
My laptop is my weapon and Microsoft Office is my ammo.
1825hrs. So numb. Nothing witty to say.
Ten points to anyone that says something funny.
Until next time.
Excelsior.
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0914hrs. Team lead still hasn't arrived yet. I'm inspired to work.
I have no idea what we're going to do today. Probably field.
I received an email from big boss battle regarding a mission in an undisclosed place slated for an undisclosed time with an undisclosed number of operatives operating in the undisclosed operation.
I'm being considered for and undisclosed position in the undisclosed operation because of my undisclosed wealth of undisclosed knowledge of the undisclosed location that they refuse to disclose.
All I know is that it doesn't involve the Russians.
I think I may have said too much.
Buy air now and get a condo for free! (in two or so years)
1124hrs. So. Hungry. Yeah. Let's have lunch. Lunch is good.
1326hrs. Meeting with undisclosed party (is it the Russians or big boss battle? The plot thickens.)
1638hrs. Just got back from the meeting.
Team got into trouble because a client wasn't entertained properly. I wasn't there at the time but I'm still somehow involved. That's the way shit goes down in the real world apparently. If I were there, I would have entertained the shit out of that orphan. A song and dance number with fireworks and acrobatic contortionist elephants. I would have done that. Really.
1730hrs. Home. Coffee. Starcraft. Congratulations to Moletrap for his GSL gig.
Waiting for Nuke the Stars to release another video.
1800hrs. Sample computation time. As a sales person, one needs to know the numbers like nothing else. Its what everybody asks. I'd like to think I have it down. The numbers. Damn the numbers.
*cringe*
My laptop is my weapon and Microsoft Office is my ammo.
1825hrs. So numb. Nothing witty to say.
Ten points to anyone that says something funny.
Until next time.
Excelsior.
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