Today I had planned to go to Langston, Alabama to sell books. I did go there. The morning started out reasonably well, but when I finally got into town I noticed that it was incredibly small, which is saying something because I am working only small towns. This town's population was listed as 200-something on the sign that I dorve by entering into the town.
This town had no gas station, store, or any other commercial building of any sort. There was no school. There were five residences with children in them. I visited them. Soemone was home at only one of them. I heard that both parents of another were deaf. I decided to just map the town and talk to as many people as I could catch to make sure that the town was just a retirement community on the Tennessee river. I left the town using a road I hadn't been on yet. It took me into Section, Alabama, which was the area I had worked the past two days.
Now, that was pretty long and boring. The point is to record what I did and to explain why I am back at my HQ -- something that I am never supposed to do. I am here because I have to go on to a new part of my territory. I didn't have a map for it in my car though, and I prefer to use the maps that I get offline. So, now I am at my HQ, and I am blogging, which is another bad thing because I should be working.
I care. I don't care.
I don't like this job much at all. It is fascinating and boring all at once. It is rewarding and taxing at the same time. I am not really the type of person that is a salesperson, which is exactly why I am doing this. So, I decided that because I cannot quit (the company would let me, but I won't and my Dad won't) I will try my best to use this opportunity to develop my discipline.
It seems as if right now I am failing miserably. Yesterday I did really well though.