Back when I was in sales we had 3 seconds to close, that’s it. And our catalog was presented as a series of smoke signals over the horizon.
Bah, young whippersnappers.
CRM = Customer Relations Management?
You were doing cold calls to sell teddy bears? The economy is hurting teddy bears?
then you took an arrow in the knee?
It’s quarry time!
Fus Ro Da!
See my comment upthread about busy people having too much to do to bother making sense a lot of the time.
(There may be a key in here to why so many liberal arts majors are flipping burgers. Then again, maybe not.)
Ah, now there’s another dimension. When techophobes meet technophobes…
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My mother was a saint!
Your mother was a … .- – … - . .-. --..-- / *.- -. -.. */ -.-- — ..- .-. / ..-. .- - … . .-. / … – . .-.. - / — ..-. / . .-.. -.. . .-. -… . .-. .-. .. . … !
To the big boxes? No. To the shop your mom and dad opened to pass the time? Yep. They are too old and too experienced to take on new lines without evidence? I hope so.
Matter and anti-matter. Many "what the fuck are you thinking?"s are exchanged in the microsecond between which both are annihilated.
FTR, Wife is kicking my ass for not continuing down the road to another job in which I would be:
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Working for a household name.
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Had a base that was substantially higher than the minimum wage.
Well, I had committed to this shit when the offer for an interview came along, decided, honorably, that “a bird in the hand” was better, and I handed the chance off to her. But it’s a big (BIG) company and I can shoot for something else, having aced the evaluation. (PSSSST! Never escalate!).
I swore years ago that, as much as I love her, i wouldn’t work with her. Call centers were smaller and with fewer shifts then.
Ah, another sweet mystery to solve. Meaning, anyone?
At a guess:
I swore years ago that, as much as I love her, i wouldn’t work with her. [However in this particular case, however, I am going to attempt to do so, because] call centers [are now much bigger and with more shifts compared to the past] [so I probably won’t have to come into contact with her at work].
How’d I do?
I really hope you don’t have to write reports for a living. Your new employer will probably grind to a halt trying to read between the lines.
(Mocking aside, sorry the job didn’t work out but it sounds like you are well out of there. I wish you luck in the new one!)
Fuck, I’m an engineer. For that, I’m coherent. And able to play well with others, as in “allowed to speak to customers.”
“Escalation” involves sending the problem to a higher power, ie: your boss. He doesn’t want to see it.
And the fax didn’t work! Fucking 19th-century technology but it almost never made its way from here to there.
Honest to God, I was sitting there at lunch and heard a distantly familiar sound. It was a fucking Group 2 fax, made obsolescent in 1996! But it seemed to get through. Bully for the 19th century!
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Morse, I do. Braille was something I paid others to do while hoping they weren’t messing with me. Because you really can’t trust people who can’t see you. 
To be fair, he may well believe you can’t see him either.
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My head is spinning.
It depends. Does it take off from a treadmill?