Life has been C-R-A-Z-Y! Which is why I have not been blogging. I apologize. I will explain all soon.
My life as a Strategic Sales Executive will be coming to an end quite soon. I have accepted another job (same company.) I will share the details a bit later. It will be less money, but I am excited about it for a number of other reasons.
In case you were wondering, it is a voluntary move. One of the sales managers I work with comes across as a big galoote (he's referred to by some as a "Soprano" even though he's not Italian.) He speaks that Brooklyn tough-guy patois to the point that I am literally weak-kneed. And he L-O-V-E-S me which makes it all the more fun. I thought he was going to go berserk when I told him I was leaving the position - he immediately ordered me not to accept the other offer until he had a chance to "see what he could do."
This made me nervous because he and his crowd have been known to work the back rooms to get their way, and I was almost afraid he was going to do something to throw a wrench into my plans. But whatever he tried to do, he did not succeed and I am moving forward with my plans.
I was on a conference call with a bunch of people the other day and someone said "hey Tom, I heard Jerry is taking it kind of hard that you're leaving." I replied "yes, I've ended romantic relationships with less drama than he is causing me." Everyone laughed, and inside I felt all giddy that I was breaking the heart of this big galoote.
He's been really nice to me the past two years. In every single fight I've had with his sales reps (and I've fought with virtually all of them) he has taken my side. He pretty much thinks I can do no wrong, and I think there's a little dom/sub action going on underneath it all. He's majorly macho-aggressive and I think he knows that if he flashes his bedroom eyes at me in just the right manner I'll always let him have his way.
Ok, I'd better stop talking about this or George will want to leave me. But he must be forwarned: Jerry and his inner circle of galootes are taking me to an expensive steak dinner sometime before I leave. Maybe I can get them to take me to the Bada-Bing afterward.
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