It can be a long road between point A and point B and often time is that road. That has been my case for the last few months. Waiting and waiting for the process to complete, and constantly feeling like I am getting nowhere.
Things are falling into place. Documents have been signed and the process has begun. When we look back at the past year there will be no happy memories. I am coping and struggling, fighting shadows, and struggling in spiderwebs. It is one of those situations where I can see what is coming and it should be good, but I’d rather have the past than the future.
That is call bargaining and it is one of the stages of grief. That is where we are. Still dealing and processing, and always will be. Some loses never go away. I still tap my ring on the bottom of my bed to call the corgi over to be petted, and every now and then look at the end of my couch for a dog that is no longer there.
It is only going to be worse with my father, and yesterday when I got off a terrible sales call I wanted to call him to talk about it. I’ve told so many people that May wasn’t a good month for our business. We got too few new clients and the revenue wasn’t where I needed it. After an excellent April I was expecting a fantastic May, and it didn’t happen, and it upset me.
Sales people that use shame to try and sell you should be the ones ashamed. I am starting to think of it as pick-up artist sales tactics. Insult the customers so they then start trying to sell themselves instead of the sales person selling their good or service. No, I took this call for you to show me your value. Don’t waste my time showing me nothing and then insulting me, in my home.
It is after a sales call like this I would have called my father and asked what the hell is wrong with people, and that was only the first time I thought about calling him yesterday. Maybe I am thinking of him more lately because we just had father’s day or maybe it is because things are happening with the business that have the potential to be very exciting, but he would hate.
Either way, let’s get to September (dad’s birth month BTW) when the real fun will begin.
David Huzzard Writes 