I had a crazy meeting this afternoon. It bothered me. And I’ve written two posts on it that I haven’t published because they are just too personal and possibly TMI. I want to write about it, I want to share the looniness with you. Yet I can’t do it. Dang it! Just riddle me this Batman, how do crazy flakes get into positions of power? How come some people are reigned in by a sense of decency while others can spit in your face and think nothing of it? Why do I feel embarrassment and remorse while others can just keep on keepin’ on?
donnaville
sugar and spice and everything groovy
Just remember, now that you’re your own boss, you can *fire* the customers/prospects that are little more than a drag on you. You know all about prospecting; when things don’t work out, move on. It’s not worth selling your soul for immediate cash. Hold on tight to your dreams…
Yes, that is something I was thinking as I left. I don’t think I want this job if it does materialize. Honestly though, I doubt I will hear from him. I think this guy just gets his jollies acting insane with outside vendors. It allows him to release his aggression in a safe manner that would otherwise be labeled as sexual harassment if he directed it at an employee.