  Met my new partner in the Biz, she�s awesome. She�s twenty, wears too much makeup, has beautiful blond hair, has higher blood pressure than her 55 year old dad, sarcastic, witty, and ambitious. Wow. She has her own car. She parties on the weekends, but not during the week. She gets laryngitis five times a year.
She�s really cool, a definite improvement over Sad Bastard. SB is interested in hockey, getting drunk, and generally spends his time moping about his sales stats. He had the effect of making me feel guilty every time I made a sale. I noticed I�m susceptible to other people�s moods, so, being with SB didn�t help me in any way, shape, or form. This new girl, let�s call her Pink, has this amazing balance between wanting to sell a lot of dishes, and not letting the garbage part bother her. (Already, SB tried to make her look bad by telling the rest of us that she was a big bullshitter.
This might have some thing to do with the fact that she already sold in one week more than he did his first month. ) Yesterday was spent with Pink, getting lost, and looking for a subdivision or a trailer park; somewhere we didn�t have to walk all that far to get from place to place.
It was basically a pooch of a day, since neither of us knew the area we were trying to cover. Today, there was a fairly annoying amount of snow, so I turned to the phoning aspect of the job, and may just go out this evening, depending on how some call backs go. Kurt is off visiting with his new mentor, the University Chaplain. The UC is the guy that set us up with the free food, and he is truly an amazing fellow. When I look at a picture of the Dalai Lama, or the current Pope, I always smile. They look genuinely happy and peaceful.
The UC gives off this impression as well, only it�s a little more powerful because he�s live and in color, as opposed to a glossy print. It really does seem to me that this time in this town, I�m finally carving a niche. I felt pretty groundless when I went to school here, nothing made sense, I had no goals, I felt like a stranger.
This time around I�m more comfortable. My goals are modest (keep apartment, keep the family fed, try to maintain saneness, get published) but they�re actual goals, not just vague ideas. 
