Anecdotile Reverence
Anyways sales is starting to pick up abit, and i guess i have to put in more effort to realli sow my seeds. Customers are like children, u needa pamper them and show them care and concern before they actually trust you and do business with you. The main reason why i chose this job is because i can meet alot of customers, who relates more or less their life story to you, where u slowly learn about the various aspects and perspectives of life thru other people's eyes.
Anyways i have a notorious new big boss who is renowned for being a basket and totally fucked up fellow. But i do understand all his hard lined tactics is simply part and parcel of his job. He is paid to make us slog for results, and accordingly we take a basic salary from the bank for a reason. Hence although i kinda kpkb, i still find a place for him in my heart, simply because i know each and every paid individual have a job to do. It just so happens that he is in the bad ass position. Ah well.
My results are coming SLOWLY, and i do hope i can rise up to the challenge of this new big boss. Rather then complaining that i have to work like a dog, i kinda told myself that all this is infact for my own good. To go far in a sales career, you have to SLOG like a dog. The onli solution is hardwork and more hardwork. There isnt such a thing as working smart like in Uni, its fundamentally a numbers game. The more customer you come in contact with, the higher the sales rate. So yes, i do understand the hard reality and i hereby pledge to do my best to become the best in the industry.
Gals wise, everyday i come in contact with numerous babes. Be it customers or colleagues. Some of them are indeed veri physically attractive, but to me, its all naught. The special one i look for has to have it 'inside' and 'outside'. I know i dun have the qualities to ask for such a perfect person, but the gauge of who is 'the one' is entirely mine. A pretty face is onli mainly for lust purposes and i am grown up enough to understand that. Therefore i am still stationary waiting for somebody to wow me enough for me to take action. The burden i recently laid down still has its toll on me somehow, albeit not being so heavy anymore.
Since im not exactly conscious, let me have to liberty of spouting some thoughts here. Those gossip mongers who likes juicy news, you're in luck tonight. =)
Question: Do i still?
Well the answer is not so much as per in the past. Slowly im compelling myself to rid the feeling off. I have to, if not how the hell am i going to concentrate on my job and climb the career ladder when the onli shit thing i think about is O. I told myself, " grow up asshole, O hates you, so just fuck it and concentrate on excelling in your current job with the fucked up big boss.". I am now taking my own precious advice and slowly tearing myself away from the emotional strings. Contradictorily, deep inside there is still this dumb ass fellow that hopes a miracle might happen and you know, things get rosy. But a good 90% of my sane consciousness tells me its actually 90% impossible for that scenario to happen, unless the world ends and we are the onli tartlets left in the world. So yeah, fuck me. =)
Therefore, moving forward, i will try to open a little slot for people to try to fit themselves in, and with luck, maybe somebody might be actually wow me enough. And for those that are wondering, yes, i do have candidates available, and no, im not slimmer but im fatter. Hurhur.
Aites, i am now effectively shifting into lala-land mode and i can feel the alcohol starting to kick in. Those tat sees this entry is quite blessed, cause after i start working, i rarely divulge what i feel. Politics and other stressful factors changed me slowly, and the onli saving grace is my ability to TRY and ignore them all and lead a carefree life with a singular motive in life: Achieving the target set by my supposing-ly fucked up big boss.
With Love~~~ Jasonio Valentinovich Lamisitocra. ( New year, New name. Yeah, fuck me. )
