…intuition is what people use in life to make decisions.
But LOGIC can help you work out the right answer.
-Mark Haddon
THE CURIOUS INCIDENT OF THE DOG IN THE NIGHT TIME
April 12, 1983
Today was a good sales day.
I drove to work and I love my new car.
Out of the blue I chose to telephone Juanita Lane tonight. We had a fairly good conversation about each other, our workplace, coworkers, relationships and ‘just plain having fun in life’. I made a point of telling her how I found her to be a very good conversationalist.
“You’re a very good conversationalist, too, Michael,” said Juanita.
We ended our talk because she was going out with her cousin to Jack London Square.
I tried calling Howard and Seanne today. There was no answer at their number.
I ate lunch with Helen and Pat Schaeffer. I don’t know what I’d have done without Helen’s bologna sandwich and banana nut bread. It was so yummy. She’s such a great cook. She even makes a bologna sandwich somewhat special.
April 13, 1983
Today began with breakfast at the Pacific Telephone cafeteria. I joined the RTOC (Residential Telephone Order Center) breakfast group which included Jeep, Michael, Susan, Libby and a few others.
I went to a Sales Training that was conducted by Georgia Castleberry. I played her assistant, too. It was a freebie kind of day.
I spent lunch with the coworkers in my section: Joan Lyons, Barbara Reynolds, Randy Evans, Pat Overshoun, Jan Detar, and Cindy Rodriguez. We all went to GALLAGHERS in Jack London Square. I was awarded a twenty-dollar gift certificate for MACYS from my supervisor, Otha McCain, for have the top sales figure ($1298) for the month of March 1983. Hurrah! I foolishly left the certificate in Joan’s car (but she’ll give it to me tomorrow). It was an enjoyable lunch.
One thing that stuck in my mind was when Pat said, “There have been Service Reps who have suddenly disappeared and have become District Managers.”
I intend and hope and strive to be one of those reps that will disappear. My letter to R.E. Sherman, the V.P. of Marketing at PT&T is only the beginning. I want to compose an excellent Marketing Plan report on behalf of PT&T. It has to make me look good. It will make the company shine. I will definitely have to spend some quality time to research, study and write our company problems and determine some valuable solutions. This may work for me. It has to be impressive to the reader.
I have some definite ideas for advertising in the television medium. Of course a terrific full-page color ad or an award-winning commercial may entice the customer to look into our products and services. Many customers don’t even know about them. The problem is getting them to pick up the phone and getting them to request our products. Our reps need to be polite, energetic and efficient sales people. It’s something that does not currently apply to all of our reps.
When I arrived home tonight (after walking to the wrong parking lot) it was four-thirty. I did my usual bike ride along the beach, returning home by six o’clock. My legs feel stronger. I hopped into my car and met my brother, John, and his friend Geoff Rookard at THE RUSTLER. I saw a cute blond named Katie. I want to ask her out sometime soon. She gave me the ‘eye’ and I felt a connection.
I did call Silvia Rabe in Martinez. We made a date for this coming Saturday. I kind of feel sorry for her because I recently learned that she has multiple sclerosis and now walks on Canadian crutches. I will overlook that. We will have a good time ‘no matter what’.
I received a new cassette tape called SIGNALS by RUSH today from RCA. It’s okay. I guess one would define it as a bit too Rock n’ Rollish.
April 14, 1983
Barbara took the day off (ill). I had a dream about her and she was crying because she couldn’t take another day off until the end of the summer.
I kept telling her, “I told you not to use all of your days. I told you so!”
That same evening I went to the STAR GAZE in Fremont. There weren’t too many people out on this night. I had a burgundy wine cooler. I left right after I finished drinking it. The BLACK ANGUS in Fremont was worse in terms of quantity of people. After a quick whiz in the bathroom I left. I drove down Mission Boulevard in Hayward and decided to stop at some in-between bar for two cups of coffee. I left for home after a proposition by some nerd from Fremont. There was another guy, wearing jeans near the pool table who kept giving me ‘the eye’ as well. He left after I turned my back.
I am getting into EDDIE MONEY music right now. I guess it’s because his songs give me a drive. Every morning I get more pumped up about doing my morning push-ups because of his singing voice. I especially like TWO TICKETS TO PARADISE and THINK I’M IN LOVE.
Once my own affair started…There was no bleakness or triviality about it, only ruthlessness and clarity of desire, and sparkling deception.
-Alice Munro
OPEN SECRETS, Short Stories: The Albanian Virgin
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