I agreed to see a speech therapist, that will hopefully help resolve my issues with stuttering at least somewhat, so I can do cold calling. It's sad when my supervisor is more supportive than my own father.
I met the lady today, a very nice lady named Beth. She gave me exercises, and wants me to see her twice a week. Fine. Anything to improve myself,.
Even though I've been going to the gym, 3-4 miles on the treadmill a week, and I know I've lost weight because my pants are looser, my dear father came there today, after not seeing me for two weeks, and told me how "Fat" I look. Nice. No....."You've made so much progress with having a position with a Fortune 200 company, and you're working out". Just "I'm fat". "If I didn't care, I wouldn't bug you". Er,... how about "I'm your punching bag". He then claims that Alan. (The other Alan, the attorney) is "Pushing to work a deal with Aflac." I'm holding my breath, because it could be huge, and I want to be free of my dad. Not to mention, it would improve my standing at Aflac so much. Keith's attitude toward me has already changed tenfold.
Next week will be quiet, because my dad and Cheryl are going back to Nantucket for a week, and Alan's assistant who is working on the deal with us, is going away. The big week, will be the week of the 21st.
Until then.. I have a call tomorrow with this guy Wade.. who is going to discuss an alternative to cold calling with me, where I can email people until I get my speech under control,
Big sigh! I know I have to be patient and keep working on it. Beth wanted to know about my life, so I told her everything I've posted on here, except about my fetishes, and that I haven't had a gf in half my life. She told me that she feels until I fix my speech, and get rid of my nerves, a gf isn't the right choice for me now. I see her point. Right now, all I care about is my work succeeding.
That';s the latest. Now.. I wait. If I do sign this client.. I'm going to take a vacation when the time is right. I don't want to count my chickens until they hatch. I'm hopeful, and I know I will be very upset if it doesn't happen. I just have to be patient.
I met the lady today, a very nice lady named Beth. She gave me exercises, and wants me to see her twice a week. Fine. Anything to improve myself,.
Even though I've been going to the gym, 3-4 miles on the treadmill a week, and I know I've lost weight because my pants are looser, my dear father came there today, after not seeing me for two weeks, and told me how "Fat" I look. Nice. No....."You've made so much progress with having a position with a Fortune 200 company, and you're working out". Just "I'm fat". "If I didn't care, I wouldn't bug you". Er,... how about "I'm your punching bag". He then claims that Alan. (The other Alan, the attorney) is "Pushing to work a deal with Aflac." I'm holding my breath, because it could be huge, and I want to be free of my dad. Not to mention, it would improve my standing at Aflac so much. Keith's attitude toward me has already changed tenfold.
Next week will be quiet, because my dad and Cheryl are going back to Nantucket for a week, and Alan's assistant who is working on the deal with us, is going away. The big week, will be the week of the 21st.
Until then.. I have a call tomorrow with this guy Wade.. who is going to discuss an alternative to cold calling with me, where I can email people until I get my speech under control,
Big sigh! I know I have to be patient and keep working on it. Beth wanted to know about my life, so I told her everything I've posted on here, except about my fetishes, and that I haven't had a gf in half my life. She told me that she feels until I fix my speech, and get rid of my nerves, a gf isn't the right choice for me now. I see her point. Right now, all I care about is my work succeeding.
That';s the latest. Now.. I wait. If I do sign this client.. I'm going to take a vacation when the time is right. I don't want to count my chickens until they hatch. I'm hopeful, and I know I will be very upset if it doesn't happen. I just have to be patient.
