For the second time this year, I attended a Training; Sales Standard as the title suggests. This training is supposed to standardized the way we are to internal and external clients, our mindset towards our job and how we are as salespeople.
GIVING UP IS FAILURE
If you’re not from Sales, you will never know how hard it is, how much confidence, heavy breathing and guts it took us to even approach you, how hard it is to sleep at night thinking where will I get my next client or how will I reach my quota, how degrading and heartbreaking it is for us when you turn away and reject us.
But being in sales will teach you how to walk straight in heels and keep a smiling face when you reach your client’s office after walking for several miles, how to carry our bag and all your papers and forms in one arm and extend the other to the client, how to amicably get pass the secretary and how to do small talk (though I’m not getting any better at this).
But aside from that, you will learn to be patient, to be persistent, to accept rejections but strive harder, to talk to different sets and groups of people whatever their position is, to hone your presentation skills, to increase your negotiation and influence on your clients, how to handle and carry yourself. — and to know that being in sales is also as important as any other function in a company and take pride in it.
So I was able to visit my first home after such a long time!
This four walls used to be our Kitchen and Sala.
I can remember our days when all the seat available was on my dad or mom’s lap, where the only place we can stay is at the living room. We had so little room to breathe but so much love. We had time for each other. Everyone stayed in one place.
Home wasn’t a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people you loved you were, whenever you were together. It was building on each other like bricks to create a solid shelter that you take with you for your entire life, wherever you may go.
When I watched the movie’s trailer, I decided to read the book first before actually watching it.
You know the movie? Well if you don’t you might want to click this link: this is where i leave you trailer
I would have probably killed my husband if he has been cheating on me. But this is not all about that. The book is about coming together as a family – all the bottled up emotions, hatred and all the secrets of a family.
Every family has a dysfunctional set up, it seems. We are all just good at hiding them and each of us deal with our family problems a little too differently.
- Two people whose love became toxic, lobbing great regret grenades at each other.
- You get married to have an ally against your family.
- And where there was once the purest kind of love, there is now a snake pit of fury and resentment and a new dark and twisted love that hurts more than all the rest of it put together.
- I’ve never been shot, but this is probably what it feels like, that split second of nothingness, right before the pain catches up to the bullet.
- How the hell I could have been so damn oblivious.
- There’s nothing in life, really, to prepare you for the experience of seeing your wife have sex with another man.
- There would be a slew of painful questions that resolved nothing.
- I’d been forced into a movie, and there was nothing to do but follow the script.
- I was a whirling mass of outdated reflexes and violent impulses, and I had no idea what the hell I was supposed to do.
- A complete nervous breakdown was not out of the question.
- An irrevocable damage had been done, innocence had been lost and trust slaughtered, but still, it was the age old conundrum.
- My life was in a free fall and there was nowhere to turn.
- Rock bottom rose up to meet me.
- I feel his absence like a festering wound.
- At some point, you lose sight of your actual parents, you just see a basketful of history and unresolved issues.
- The first thing you do at the end is reflect on the beginning.
- But as you stand there shell-shocked in the charred ruins of your life, your mind will invariably go back to the time when it all started.
- You never forget your first time, no matter how much you’d like to.
- When does it all happen? In increments, so you can’t watch out for it, you can’t fix it.
- You learn not to think about what might have been, and to just appreciate what you have.
- It would be a terrible mistake to go through life thinking that people are the sum total of what you see.
- It’s just hard to see people from your past when your present is so catclysmically fucked.
- In real life, you don’t get to choose what you forget.
- Real life, it’s coming for us. Who knows where the hell we’ll end up?
- When you share all of the administrative headaches of life with someone else, small piles of unaddressed, quotidian resentments build up over time like plaque, lingering on the fringes of your consciousness even as you kiss, lick and fondle each other.
- Our minds, unedited by guilt or shame, are selfish and unkind, and the majority of our thoughts, at any given time, are not for public consumption, because they would either be hurful or else just makes us look like the selfih and unkind bastards we are. We don’t share our thoughts, we share carefully sanitized watered-down versions of them.
- You’ll never knoe if you keep indulging your hate and anger like the world owes you reparations.
- You’ll never know when it will be the last time. But if you could remember every last time, you’d never stop grieving.
- Never marry a beautiful woman. Worship them if you must, go to bed with them if you can – by all means, everyone should hava a carnal knowledge of physical perfection at least once in their life – but when it comes to marriage, it’s a losing proposition. You will never stop feeling like a gatecrasher at your own party. Instead of feeling lucky, you will spend your life on edge, waiting for the other stiletto to fall and puncture your heart like a bullet.
- I’m coming to the lonely conclusion that the only thing you can ever really know about anyone is that you don’t know anything abut them at all.
- We are ghosts, passing each other in a place, and it’s hard to say who pities whom more.
- The only thing more painful than not knowing is knowing.
- It’s a sad moment when you come to understand how truly replaceable you are.
- Even on the best of circumstances, there’s just something so damn tragic about growing up.
- That’s love in real life: messy and corrupt and completely unreliable.
- It would be nice to do that to just pick up from wherever you were that wasn’t working out for you and ride the winds to a better place.
- If only our conflicts could be resolved with a few grunts and a smack on the ass.
- Sometimes, contentment is a matter of will. You have to look at what you have right in front of you, at what it could be, and stop measuring it against what you’ve lost.
- There’s that leap you have to take, to shed your inhibitions and expose your naked impulses.
- Life is huge, but it can turn on a dime.
- We all start so damn sure, thinking we’ve got the world on a string. If we ever stopped to think about the infinite number of ways we could be undone, wed never leave our bedrooms.
- You can doo everything right and still end up alone, watching time run off the clock.
- Don’t get old, kid. That’s where I went wrong.
- Our past trails behind us like a comet’s tail, the future stretched out before us like the universe. Things happen. People get lost and love breaks.
- It’s amazing how harmless the world can sometimes seem.