I haven't been able to write for some time, so I write another lengthy blog (which I always do anyway) about nothing in particular. Read on, sad, bored reader who has nothing else to read on the net and nothing better to do. I appreciate you taking some precious time off your idle time to try to read my blog. =)
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Sheesh.
Not even 6months, and I'm already turning my alarm off at 6am, only to start moving to go to work at 6:30. I don't have that perkiness and excitement of getting up for a brand new day for my brand new work.
I got myself to make an excel file of all my customers. It helps to let me see how many people I've been bugging. It doesn't to see that of those people that I've bugged, I am nowhere near a sale. Those that I haven't yet, don't want to be bugged.
As a guy who hates sales people bugging me about what they sell, I want to try to not be as irritating as I find them sales people. I try to call on intervals of at least a week so as not to be so pesky, but consistent enough to be remembered.
I told Che that I am not going to book any flights as long as I haven't sold anything yet. That's a pretty tall order, really. And it doesn't look like we're going to be booking something somewhere anytime soon.
Consider the stages I have to go through in order to sell something:
First, I must find the person who would talk to me about projects. That's difficult, especially if they're total strangers.
Second, the fragrances that I sell must be liked by those who are in charge, which isn't always that person who I got to talk to about projects.
Third, the oils must be stable if mixed with their chemicals on whatever product they're applying it to.
Fourth, if everything goes well and I reach this stage, they're going to test it on consumers, to see the potential.
After all those, we have to agree on a price. THEN I have a sale. Those stuff don't happen in a week or a month. They happen in at least 2 months. At the fucking least.
I'm a bit worried and feeling unaccomplished, really. But not so worried for me to quit. I'll soldier on, hoping to reach my targets next year if I don't sell anything this year. I'm slowly gaining the confidence of talking to people through phone again. A little more time, and I'll probably stop stuttering.
And probably get my call-center pace back. Then the swagger comes. Argh. I wish I can live up to my salary soon.
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As much as I think I'm well-balanced as a person, There are times when I feel I'm going to snap. I always step in the middle of a parental dispute (if no such term exists, I'll copyright that) to mediate. Always. But there are times that I feel I can't do anything about it. Sure, I'll be able to pacify the both of them, but only until a certain time.
There's a side of me that tells me that I'm not unaffected by all those screaming and cursing. I'm not fragile by any means, but sometimes, I wish I were so that I'd break, and they'd think about me rather than think about those not here.
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Everybody's raving about the half-billion Lotto jackpot. Everybody's thinking of how to spend the money even though they haven't won yet.
I am admittedly one of them. I'm not so desperate that I'd line up. I only bet if fate calls me (read: pag walang pila).
Hopefully, this administration will not do what the past administration did to those big jackpot prizes (say that there are 8 people who got the numbers. C'mon. Weeks and weeks that no one won, and then this one week where 8 people shared the same numbers? Come on.), where only one person always won *ehem* FG *ehem*.
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Speaking of this administration, I'm sickened. I voted for change, for hope, for a symbol that personifies both. I believed. And then all these.
The communications group was a good idea that performs better as an idea than an actual office.
The hostage crisis where for a few hours, our president was some dude named Isko Moreno.
Handpicked Secretary for I don't even care anymore, Dinky Soliman asked for some hundred billion Pesos to give out 500 pesos in cash directly to the poor Filipino people. And the freakin motion was approved. How the hell are our poor Filipino compatriots, useless as they may be? Did their lifestyle improve?
I do not regret voting him as the president, because at the time I made my decision, he exuded the qualities I wanted in my president. I can't say we should be in better shape if another presidential aspirant won last May. No one can prove that. We can only speculate.
Manny Villar is a wise man. He admitted defeat despite his massive spending to save face. Now, some people might actually think that he could've done a better job as president had he won. His ideas remain concepts, and not actual, concrete actions, so they remain as good ideas that could probably save the country if they were actualized.
Same goes for Gibo. I do not doubt his capacity, but I do not trust his judgement in political alliances.
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Some words I find difficult to spell without the constant help of spell check:
friend, bureau, league, believe.
Yes, I apparently have a problem with "ie/ei". =|
