“Sales are down. We need to make a push or (in a don’t blame me voice) corporate will start asking for head-count.”
This contradicts the fact we just added three new
outside and one inside sales. Come join us on our sinking ship? Perhaps
we should give it a few months and see what happens when these guys
actually put feet on the on 500 degree street.
Have I mentioned its fucking HOT is South Florida.
Another plane makes its approach for landing its
so loud it covers the robotic drone of manager rhetoric. Not like I was
listening anyway. My sales have doubled since I was moved here. I’ve
already begun packing for a road-trip in my
head. But, the planes coming and going remind me of you. Coming and
going. I keep trying to see you again. If you could get away- would
you? Maybe you can come down here? I keep trying to find the quickest
way to shore off my sinking ship. Feel that high
again. Going down on you. Crash and burn.
