missing: me

nearly six months ago I started working in a world of last minute decisions and an overall fight for your right. in this world it doesn't matter how many hours you decide to stay for. it doesn't matter how many people you can get on the phone or in person. in this world all that matters is the number you push out the door. this means simply that if you do not sell, you do not have the right. how many opportunities have I had to sell? in confidence, two but I'm sure every single person who has approached me, had in the back of their mind that they could indeed spend twenty or forty or sixty-plus thousand dollars with me. why? because I acknowledged their interest. I fed off their curiosity. I smiled. I joked around. I fell for them. I stopped what I was doing to assist their search for answers.

so if anybody ever asks, 'what's it like to sell cars?' 
I would say it's like fishing. I would say you have to be ready for a five-pounder and a seventy-five-pounder; you have to be patient.

it has been said before, by me, that work is sucking the life out of me. OK so maybe work isn't able to  do that exactly because shit do I ever love walking into that giant building every morning. I have been so in love with being busy for such a long time now that it doesn't even occur to me that I am too busy; that I need to start saying no to people. No?
Shit.
I can't even say it without a question mark.
The answer is yes. and it should be. because yes gets you into the adventure. and no never happens.