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Got nice feedback from the higher uppers. Was told they heard "great things" about me. I'm fearless at talking to people and will chat up people until they love me. Lol. I'm not pretending to know it all. My gimmick is to be as amazed as the buyer, because I am. I tell my customers how the advances in autos would have made my life easier. If course, I put a silly spin on things. Laugh at me, I don't care. I'm the most honest salesperson you'll ever meet.

I almost got 2 sales. I know, almost, but it was fun! My coworkers said I did a good job and getting to know people's stories are an interesting side to this meal. I drove 2 big trucks and keep learning stuff. Automobiles are fascinating to me. I don't know why I didn't try this sooner.

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Did you ever start doing something when you suddenly realize that you've completely messed up? Yeah, me either.... well until just now.

So I'm drawing a gymnast and not thinking at all apparently. Then it occurs to me just how wrong the body is for a gymnast. See if you don't agree



Could you imagine that girl doing gravity-defying flips and such? It's ridiculous, right? What the hell made me draw a gymnast with no arms and no feet?

Speed bumps rate high in my pet peeve list.
Considered a tool to keep you from going past the posted speed limit or risk damage to your cars suspension, some speed bumps are so dangerous they actually force you to make a full stop and (literally) crawl over them.

I work in several gated communities and they are often riddled with speed bumps.

One development has a few that you think you've signed up on their 'organ relocation project' while others have 'speed humps' as gentle reminders which is really what they were designed to do. We need more of those and less of the others.

An example of the height of the Kustom movement is “Joanne’s Dream”. This remarkable automobile started life as a 1954 Oldsmobile Super 88 coupe and was completely transformed in period. Before its radical transformation, this Olds was used as a daily driver in the early 1960s while in the possession of Tom and Joanne Archer. It was Joanne’s dream to build a custom show car and the Olds served as the perfect staring point. Rather than simply applying a lick of paint and some pin stripes, Tom went completely nuts and transformed the 54 Olds into a totally unique and truly individual kustom car. Barely recognizable as the donor Super 88, the now-fully restored machine features a unique roof line and a handmade El Camino-style pickup bed. Starting at the front end, the modified 55 DeSoto grille is the first thing you notice, along with the quad headlights which were lifted from a 1957 Plymouth and grafted into the Olds fenders. The original hood was stamped with louvers and smoothed to be free of trim and badges. Corvette-inspired coves behind the front and rear wheel arches were custom made and fitted to the body and 1959 Plymouth Belvedere trim graces the body sides. The roof line was of course heavily chopped and 1961 Corvair air ducts were integrated into it.

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My manager really believes in me. I feel an obligation to deliver. Keep in mind, I know absolutely nothing about automobile except, they are a method to obtain freedom. I feel as if I stepped off my spaceship and integrated into the earthling environment. I am studying what engines exist and all of these technologies that are standard. oh lordy, one can be a real space cadet to drive these days. These new cars can do the thinking for you. Who cares about deer running in front. Oh, yes, in these parts, a deer can be a real threat. So this "daddy's girl" is starting from square one. I might as well be an alien. It's all news for me. All, very interesting and exciting

My daughter hates me. I left a Easter message. Last message in January. I'm not a great mom. I'm not a great person. I'm just a person trying to survive.

I'm conflicted about the idea of getting emotionally involved with at man. There are sacrifices that must be made when one becomes half of a unit. Looking back, I realize that with every partnering, I've had to give up a part of myself. Sure, I just haven't met "the right one", but how many times must I fail?

I have always compartmentalized things to keep things simpler. Two FB pages. Many CS accounts. The work me and the home me. Just so family and co-workers are safe from my real thoughts, the ones that make people uncomfortable. To allow a partner to know all of me is a frightening thought.

So, my conflict is with loneliness and freedom from worry of those I become attached to. Then there's the investment of time and emotions that make me want to continue with relationship that clearly wasn't working.

So, today, I'm on the fence for trying it again. Im prepared to climb off the fence but the fear is overwhelming. Sometimes I'm certain I'm not cut out for it. Then, the selfish, lonely me wants to give it a try.

Conflicted

My mind is still blown that I got this job. It was the easiest employment attempt that I've ever done. They treated me like I was hired before I was hired. The manager called me "sharp" lol.

I took a drive today and looked at all the car lots and thought, "jeez, I'll be working at one of the best looking. No rinkydink used cars". This place is primo. And the cars are sooo beautiful. I mean, if you can't find a hot person to paint, why not a car? Like I told mom, it's easier to paint an attractive person. I would think it's easier to sell an attractive car.

So, tomorrow I have to drive to Harrisburg in a company car. Weee and because I always get lost, I'll see more of Harrisburg than most people.