This brings us to tomorrow at 9 A.M., when I have an interview with the Horne/Guest Insurance company. I know, I know. Insurance. Might as well start dressing like this guy:

"Watch that first step, it's a doozy!!"
Here's the thing though, it really does pay well even before commission. If I'm even a competent salesman, I could do very well for myself. Then again, I could just be a bartender downtown in Charleston and make the same money. . .but with no benefits (other than the new C of C coeds flirting with me because they don't want their ID's checked). Sticking with the current job is not an option, not only because I've already put in notice, but also because the lady-friend may kill me if I don't hurry up and move to the same city she lives in.
This brings me full circle back to college. I remember when all I worried about was whether the professors would buy my cut and pasted thesis (and whether that bump was there yesterday). Moral of the story -- you can't win, so don't even try.
6 comments:
Selling insurance, eh? You're turning into Frank The Tank Part Deux.
-Theny
why did you change the 'snazzy' (eat a dick, Theny!) background
Why would you give up a union job with the state anyway?
how did the interview go? are you the next willie loman or not?
RF
your gay, make your chick move to where you are, now she'll be calling the shots for the rest of your life, get used to giving foot massages and trying to sneak beers in a closet quietly after she has fallen asleep... loser
I got the job. I appreciate the fact that i'm on the internets and my protesting that I'm not moving to Charleston just for the girlfriend will be laughed at, so i'm not going to try.
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