Catching My Breath
Sep 28, 2009
If sales is a marathon, then last week was a sprint. Do as much as you can, as fast as you can, and don't stop until you hit a wall.
And though it all seemed to end on Friday, I woke early Saturday morning, heart-pounding and sweating with anxiety. Raced downstairs to check my email and ended up working half the day to make sure a larger order cleared. Continued to dream of work and grind my teeth at night the rest of the weekend. Which kinda sucks.
In any case, today is day one of the new year. Primarily a cleaning-house kinda day, but still getting some quotes out and some orders in. But mostly, everyone in the office (those who strangely showed up today) are staring at each other in wide-eyed, shell-shocked silence. Battle fatigue, I guess.
