I woke up with a headache, runny nose, and a sore throat. The rain poured down in sheets, running down my bedroom windows, and I buried myself deeper beneath the covers. My bed is probably the single most comfortable place on this planet, followed closely behind by my room. But I had to get up.
3 months ago I walked into a huge office and spoke to the office manager, a short Greek guy with a heavy accent. “I’d like to speak to your broker.” “Everyone wants to speak to my broker. They don’t like this paperless service you’re selling.” “Well, I’d like to try anyways.” “Ok, present to the office, and if the agents like it, then maybe you can sit with them.” “Sure, when’s the next office meeting.” “Call me in February.” That day I went home and wrote in my notes, “3 MONTHS?!!! This guy is crazy.” But if sales teaches you anything, it’s patience. For 3 months I called him, emailed him, wrote him, went into his office, until finally last Tuesday he told me to come to the meeting this morning. Sick as I was, I sucked it up, showered, and drove an hour in the rain and traffic to present.
I showed up on time. No one was there. Miscommunication?
I’ll call him tomorrow, and start all over again.
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