After the days of a Camel
Came a Hairball
And betwixt
Many others
Each
INDIVIDUALS
Summed up as
ONE
As if to think independently is unique
But, the fact remains
We are free to create and be
Because this may be the only place
To express our true selves
Even if it takes multiple profiles to do so
since I have internet back, I like to lose myself in some visual stimulation. I enjoy movies in particular but like a good series if it is limited to a few seasons. the shelf life just isn't worth it to me unless it's particularly riveting. open and shut cases, I suppose. unfortunately, most of the stuff on Netflix are series. this sort of drives me nuts. I don't feel like investing a million hours on a storyline. I like a 2 hour tale that I can watch before or after work. otherwise, I can't sit still through the whole series of episodes without stepping away to do laundry or the bathroom or grab another cup of coffee. for this reason, I don't know how the character Crystal got killed off on the revamp or Dynasty. No, I won't replay the episode...i'll just move on with my life...
Just asking. For me, to finally have electricity restored and to have a storm leave me in the dark. Thank heavens for cell phones and flashlights
I spend a lot of time daydreaming. I can watch a movie but sometimes real life is so beautiful that replaying certain events is much better and happier. After all, the memories are real and mine.
One might argue with me that I have fallen in love. In a sense, perhaps I have. But, I am very aware that I am not his object of such daydreams.
This tennis playing relationship seems to try to develop into something of more substance. My solution is to not respond to his texts as normal. Typically I would jump to attention with minimal time to elapse before my response. I lack self control but I am very mindful of this delicate balance.
My body likes his body and my mind likes his mind. My heart likes him too. Life brings us such wonderful things if we are good to not abuse them.
I’m so inclined to text my customer back. The idea of buying a full carat diamond for the price of a 3/4 or 1/2 diamond price at my experience is really ticking me off. Sure, they have a budget. It’s not a mystery that a car salesperson works entirely on a commission. You buyers expect me to make nothing so you get what you want fukc all the rest? Please, get over yourselves and buy what you can afford. I’m sick of it and pretty close to saying it to the next jerk. I would rather starve like I already am than cater to your idiotic sense of entitlement.
I realize now that I take life as a social experiment. People fascinate me. The dynamics of the work place never proves boring.
I started working as a car salesperson. Everyone is called “buddy” even me. Lol. I hear it so much that I now say it, even to my pets. “Hey, Oskar buddy, how are you?” It sort of takes the gender issue away.
I am the only female in sales. When someone addresses us as boys or gentleman, I am quick to add “and lady”. I feel like I am a part of a band of brothers. This makes me understand that I like men. They’re not so bad. I like having bros.
The cool thing is feeling like an equal. I never was militant about women’s rights but I love that these bros have to admit that I’m holding my own in this depressed car sales times.
I’m not aggressive in my tactics. I am simply myself and have had a pretty good start, considering...after all, I’m the only salesperson to get tips. Nice tips.
Now I am learning the language. There is one. It’s so foreign. Like another planet with spinning paper and lay downs, blow outs, etc. Just learning the lingo keeps me interested. Am I bilingual? At the end if a shift, I think I am. I just need to practice the language of auto sales.
What if there’s more than one kind of long term relationship? Like, even if the junk is superficial, it can still stand the test of time.
I also watched a few movies where the wife, not any husbands, suffered memory loss and had to reconnect with their spouses. What if we all had to reconnect intimately to a stranger? Could it be done? Can we make magic by the suggestion of magic?
I know there’s such a thing as chemistry. What a concept to meet a long time lover for “the first time”. Shit like this makes me wonder
The haunting isn't so bad. We walk among the living and the dead.
The Devine kiss of goodbye
As seen
Reflected on other's lips
Mirroring new love
In Love's most transient form
A beautiful 2012 Silverado 1200 with crew cab tp a nice man. I made my draw for the week and im off and running. To be honest, the trucks are the way to go and ill learn the particulars. I also have some ad ideas to stimulate sales. This girls in for the long haul. I like being the driver
I’ve been thinking of analogies to soften the blow of the depreciation of a vehicle. So, you meet someone. You think they’re worth more than a million bucks. Then, you find their upkeep and maintenance begins wearing your wallet. Soon, your wallet has holes and it’s close to empty, so you make the decision to unload. There you go. It hurts but you’ll find another. Time for a trade
And ive got wifi. Im warching Zac Efron as Ted Bundy on Netflix.
Back at the ranch, a very slow week in car sales. Ive found my groove and that seems to be in trucks. I do love the idea of a 4X4 hauling a camper to a remote part of the map. Been considering fishing for my dinner. Ill see about a rod tomorrow. Free food is the best kind.
The boss is aloof and i try to act like nothings occurred. I need this job. The strange thing is, ive got the fight back in me. Its as if i have a clear view and nothing will get in the way. Not even a petty mistaken infatuation. I have to admit being insulted after i revealed my age. Jeez, he was into me until he found out. I cannot be compared by others my “age”.
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