The Polish Experience By Nicholas Westerby This ... - GetSab.Com

Every call went the same. I’d dial up, ask for my contact, inform them of my
promotion at which point I’d introduce our young go getter named John. Once
he had killed any good will that I’d built up we’d repeat and rinse.
That took all day Monday and while he was chatting I’d be looking over my
files. I had to hand off none repeat business and leads to Marty. I can’t ever
remember meeting Marty but I made the list and annotated files with relevant
info such as: Spurs fan, likes the cold, wife is a Hindu. Anything I thought could
be useful.
I used everything and talked about everything and that was why in my eyes I
was so successful. I had worked in a working class, old school, pub during
university and once you can balance pontificating with lecturers and cursing out
drunks you can communicate. That was one of, if not my finest skill. People
want to be a people person and the most idiotic people say they are people
persons, no they aren’t, other people hate them. Me though, I am a people
person because I walk a fine line between good and bad. I am unspecial in the
most special way.
I am unassuming.
They never see it coming, until it’s too late.
You can’t teach that. Also I am not a people person, I hate most people. I think
they are stupid. I hate religion, that is the stupidest shit ever. I hate other