Simply put.. I'm ready to scream. No matter what I've done.. or tried.. I'm getting no cooperation from anyone.
The situation with the law firm is still dragging on.
I sent my supervisor two respectful e-mails since early Monday morning, asking him what the next step is. He hasn't responded to either one. Even if he's busy.. he could send me a one line e-mail. "Mitch, busy with something.. we'll discuss it on this day." Or. "I'll contact them on this day". Nothing. I don't even count enough for him to give me an answer. after he took control, and insisted we do things his way.. and even as this drags on.. into almost four months.
My father: After consistently ranting on about my dead mother and grandmother, and after he spent the last few days with my uncle, who undoubtedly told him one of two things.. to either put me in the street,., or on SSD. My father got angry last week, because he felt I haven't pushed hard enough to sell art work I own. So.... I e-mailed.,. literally four or five dozen galleries in the past two weeks. Except for no's from three of them.. the others haven't even replied,. My father called me yesterday with an interrogative.. nasty tone.. asking the status of things. It's like.. I cant make the galleries respond. I cant force Keith to push forward with the law firm. Oh, and I have a wonderful family dinner to look forward to on Saturday night to break the fast for Yom Kippur, featuring my good buddy my father, and my father's son in law, who I despise. He;s the guy who owns fitness centers, who I offered Aflac to.. and who asked me "How much money I was making with Aflac". An absolutely irrelevant question that got even Keith, Jay, and everyone in my office pissed off, but,.,. which was perfectly okay with my father.. because "his son in law is under such pressures". Soo.. anyone who attacks Mitch.. is fine..
My speech therapist. Usually... she's very helpful. Yesterday she really upset me. She asked me what I used to do before I joined Aflac. I told her about Lancaster, and how I was limited from working in the marketplace.. due to my past tax problems. Instead of being understanding, as the counselor I used to see in college was when I saw her earlier this year.. my speech therapist challenged me. It's like.. it doesn't matter about years ago..
How about what I'm going through now.. with all the good ideas I have.. that are shot down.. by Keith, and Aflac's rules and regulations. The TGIF on Austin St in Forest Hills.. has been willing to talk to us.. all year.. but.. no.. Keith wont even take one meeting with them.. for fifteen minutes.. to listen. He insists it will get shot down further up the line. He has put impediments in every idea I've had.
I have two other things to try.. before throwing up my hands. My speech isn't yet perfect.. but.. after trying some cold calls at the speech lady's office, I'm going to go into the Aflac office and try to cold call. Aflac has a whole script, that I will never even be able to say, before I will get an earful of phone slam from whoever I'm calling.
Also.. I have a few offices here that I have yet to go into. "Corporate drops" as they call them. Law offices, DR's offices, etc. It's going to be awkward.. but. I'm going to try.
My father is already "Re organizing my resume so I can get a job". The final piece to the puzzle. His 45 year old son in a minimum wage job.. so my father, and his good buddy my uncle, can have a good laugh.
Simply put.. if this is how it's going to be.. I really wish it was over. I'm not threatening to commit suicide. I've just lost my will to fight anymore.
The situation with the 100 man law firm is still unresolved.. hut.. it's been four months this is going on, and I would be shocked if we get them as a client.. With as terrible as things have been lately.. it doesn't seem that would happen.
Oh, and I can never sit down and TELL my dad any of what I'm feeling. We don't have that kind of relationship. It's all his way. He rants on about my dead mother and grandmother, and summons me to meaningless family events, with people I despise. He never wants to talk about THE REAL PROBLEMS THAT MITCH HAS. All is fine with him, "As long as I go to the gym".
I'm aware he can kick me out of this apartment at any time. Let him do it already.,. I really don't care.
The situation with the law firm is still dragging on.
I sent my supervisor two respectful e-mails since early Monday morning, asking him what the next step is. He hasn't responded to either one. Even if he's busy.. he could send me a one line e-mail. "Mitch, busy with something.. we'll discuss it on this day." Or. "I'll contact them on this day". Nothing. I don't even count enough for him to give me an answer. after he took control, and insisted we do things his way.. and even as this drags on.. into almost four months.
My father: After consistently ranting on about my dead mother and grandmother, and after he spent the last few days with my uncle, who undoubtedly told him one of two things.. to either put me in the street,., or on SSD. My father got angry last week, because he felt I haven't pushed hard enough to sell art work I own. So.... I e-mailed.,. literally four or five dozen galleries in the past two weeks. Except for no's from three of them.. the others haven't even replied,. My father called me yesterday with an interrogative.. nasty tone.. asking the status of things. It's like.. I cant make the galleries respond. I cant force Keith to push forward with the law firm. Oh, and I have a wonderful family dinner to look forward to on Saturday night to break the fast for Yom Kippur, featuring my good buddy my father, and my father's son in law, who I despise. He;s the guy who owns fitness centers, who I offered Aflac to.. and who asked me "How much money I was making with Aflac". An absolutely irrelevant question that got even Keith, Jay, and everyone in my office pissed off, but,.,. which was perfectly okay with my father.. because "his son in law is under such pressures". Soo.. anyone who attacks Mitch.. is fine..
My speech therapist. Usually... she's very helpful. Yesterday she really upset me. She asked me what I used to do before I joined Aflac. I told her about Lancaster, and how I was limited from working in the marketplace.. due to my past tax problems. Instead of being understanding, as the counselor I used to see in college was when I saw her earlier this year.. my speech therapist challenged me. It's like.. it doesn't matter about years ago..
How about what I'm going through now.. with all the good ideas I have.. that are shot down.. by Keith, and Aflac's rules and regulations. The TGIF on Austin St in Forest Hills.. has been willing to talk to us.. all year.. but.. no.. Keith wont even take one meeting with them.. for fifteen minutes.. to listen. He insists it will get shot down further up the line. He has put impediments in every idea I've had.
I have two other things to try.. before throwing up my hands. My speech isn't yet perfect.. but.. after trying some cold calls at the speech lady's office, I'm going to go into the Aflac office and try to cold call. Aflac has a whole script, that I will never even be able to say, before I will get an earful of phone slam from whoever I'm calling.
Also.. I have a few offices here that I have yet to go into. "Corporate drops" as they call them. Law offices, DR's offices, etc. It's going to be awkward.. but. I'm going to try.
My father is already "Re organizing my resume so I can get a job". The final piece to the puzzle. His 45 year old son in a minimum wage job.. so my father, and his good buddy my uncle, can have a good laugh.
Simply put.. if this is how it's going to be.. I really wish it was over. I'm not threatening to commit suicide. I've just lost my will to fight anymore.
The situation with the 100 man law firm is still unresolved.. hut.. it's been four months this is going on, and I would be shocked if we get them as a client.. With as terrible as things have been lately.. it doesn't seem that would happen.
Oh, and I can never sit down and TELL my dad any of what I'm feeling. We don't have that kind of relationship. It's all his way. He rants on about my dead mother and grandmother, and summons me to meaningless family events, with people I despise. He never wants to talk about THE REAL PROBLEMS THAT MITCH HAS. All is fine with him, "As long as I go to the gym".
I'm aware he can kick me out of this apartment at any time. Let him do it already.,. I really don't care.
