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

people’s babies. I hate talking to people about their fucking hobbies, if I liked it
I’d do it too numb nuts. But they liked me listening and a good listener, who
knows when to nod, is seen as likeable and thus a people person. So all you
cheerful, bubbly fucks stop your yapping and open your ears, fill that vacuum
between them and repeat enough of what the speaker is saying so they think that
you agree with them. They like people who agree with them.
That would be the wisdom I would have passed down to my team. You can’t
really teach that though and it is a delicate balancing act to keep up the facade
of caring when you don’t. The last thing you can appear to be is arrogant,
humble and dumb beats knowledgeable and arrogant, if you can pull off
knowledgeable and humble that is divine.
The best contacts or big fish I was ordered to split between the big six. I hated
those pricks but on Thursday I was going to be given an hour with each of them
and run through all aspects of the sales and contracts of the clients. That day
was horrible but that night I was on a plane to Poland, staring at the girl, the
woman I now knew to be called Elzbieta. I called her Elly.
We nearly didn’t make the flight though as I hadn’t factored in a terrible
accident that paralysed Leeds city centre. I had to abandon a taxi to take the
train to the nearest train station to our flat. Once I was there I had hoped that
Elly would be good to go and we’d be on our way. Unfortunately she was still
getting dressed after spending all day in bed it seemed. Well she might have