Life's twists are so bizarre. I went from being in charge--total command behind the desk making all of the decisions; well, for the most part anyway--to kowtowing to those who now are. Funny that I find myself, lowman on the totem pole, selling the products I believe in to the folks that I used to be in a former life.
Recently, I presented a kick ass product to a company that, frankly, could sell the shit out of it. What was their geriatric, I-don't-get-it response? "You're like a third grade school teacher. Just give me the price. I don't care about your background, the company history or the product information; just give me the f'n price! Do you think you can do that?" Ha. If he only knew. Sure, I could do it. But what was nagging at me was 'is this really the right thing to do?" Nope. He needed to hear about the product attibutes and why it would be in his best interest to do so. Okay, so the outcome was the "third grade school teacher" moniker. Live and learn...maybe.
I keep plugging away, day after day, because I know that that big fish is out there, ready for me to lure and reel it in. I can feel it. I can smell it. It's there waiting.
