Table for Two
Tomorrow, I need to make out with a client. Fancy restaurant, smile a lot, make her feel young, as though she's only a couple of decades older than me.
This is a job requirement, even though I am NOT in sales (those are the shallow guys who get paid for watching baseball games with potential clients.) I deal with REAL clients.
I am also responsible for the jobs of the sales guys. Because if men like us performed accurately all the time, the sales department wouldn't need to go out and salvage the numbers. We wouldn't need to spend substantial sums of money training slick MBA grads to lie with a straight face, and with perfectly manicured nails.
Maybe I would have done well on the sales side. Maybe their bonuses are better. This is all very stressful stuff.
Blogging adds to the stress because Blogger, I noticed makes me feel a loss of control. For example, there is a punctuation error on my profile.
[(bad work hours). ]
This affects the image of my blog, and it affects me. As far as I can see, it is completely irreversible.
Update: The error has been rectified.
- posted by Male Whore @ 8:25 AM