June is over, thank goodness!!

Ok, so I know that I said June was going to be awesome, and if you consider sucking at your job awesome, then it was!!! I'm a good person, I'm nice, I have the "I'm here to please" attitude, yet people don't see that. They see me as a vicious predator coming to attack them with my sales pitch. I'm not there to kill anyone, I just want to see if they would like to buy my product. What is so wrong with that??? It's really bad when the conversation with your boss starts "So your territory didn't do very well, again....". The only thing to say is "No it didn't, and I noticed that too." There's really nothing else to say. I was looking for a sharp object to shove into my eye socket. The even suckier part about being a salesperson is the fact that to be a good salesperson you can't get down, you have to pick yourself up, and you have to keep on selling. Damn it!!! Are you kidding me?? I've even had a customer pretend she wasn't the person I was asking for, and the poor girl beside her had to answer my questions by trying to read the other woman's eye movements. I don't know who was more embarrassed, but I'm pretty sure it was me. It's pretty bad when you present such a threat that a person acts like they're someone else!! Come on!!

My first year anniversary was the end of this month, and I got a pair of tennis shoes for my new tennis career. Anal Adam was taking me out to dinner to a nice restaurant, and so I decided to dress in my sexy "I'm still hot, damn it" dress. You're allowed to wear that kind of stuff when you don't think you'll know the other grown-ups in the restaurant. When we got to the restaurant, we were greeted by my dad and M2, their couple friends, and my husband's boss and his ENTIRE family. I strategically placed my purse behind my ass since my dress was hugging it, and I had to half squat as I hugged everyone with one arm all he while keeping my purse steady over my ass while also trying to conceal my one piece girdle. I went from feeling hot to feeling like a hooker being taken out to dinner for the first time. I was trying to tell my husband that he made me so happy and blah blah blah, and all I could here was my dad telling emabarrassing stories about me and Stevie Wonder (my dad's nickname for my husband) with his extra loud voice that carries. We also had the boss coming over and the wife and kids congratulating us, and, of course, asking us when we were going to be having any of "these" (kids). Next year, we're going to the movies and making out on the back row of a really bad movie where we won't be seen.