“In the Way” is a curious phrase.
There’s not much to tell you about my work. The Ketchup Spice Latte hasn’t been embraced by my adoring public so, until then, I’m not exactly working at a gold mine for the blogging slagpile.
That said, I’ve met some interesting people.
This Thanksgiving at work, I get to dust off an old skillset. I say this with a bowed head and much humility because–God help us all–I’ve been tasked to sell stuff this week. Not the normal “ring people up at the cash register” selling, but the full blown “if this coffee maker were a car, I’d be saying BR-549 right now…” selling.
It’s something I discovered during my last tenure at Starbucks. I’m actually good at it. I’ve had to resolve the whole concept of selling to folks in my own mind because it’s repugnant to me in a lot of ways, and against my personal code of ethics to sell something to people who don’t really need it.
I’ve been thinking about friends today. I was talking with one such person online and was reminded that stuff has a beginning, a middle, and an end. With this person, I realized, we discussed the beginnings of problems and dreams and solutions, and sometimes hashed out the middle, but if an end came, the problem had been released into more capable hands. I was never involved the resolution of the problem.
I’m sure I can think of something to post if I ramp up. I’ve had two days off the computer, although I’ve used my cell phone a lot like the computer, I haven’t mastered the habits of a true two-thumb dissertation typist.