Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Ok. What I do? Look, I really don’t want to know , myself, let alone explain it. Just to make it simple, it’s sales and marketing. Mostly for big Fucking Companies… or politely put, Fortune 100 type who have some big goddam plan about how the proper spin on something can make it possible to sell fucking refrigerators to Eskimos and my deal is to find out if it is, or not, and why or some such shit. It is all business to business, or B2B as we like to call it. I make a lotta phone calls and research buncha stuff on the computer and so forth and stuff.

Well, anyways, somebody had the bright idea that the Eskimos up on Long Island, in the nice spots, Manhasset, East Northport, Syosett, Little Neck, Great Neck and No Neck, might need refrigerators.
Well…… they don’t! And my report is already written. But I still have to spend a couple of hours each morning calling business on Long Island. Now the City would be different……but not Roslyn or Jericho or Oyster Bay……shit&whiskers! Gimmee a Long Island Ice Tea….. but not the New York Minute….

In a New York Minute
Things can get a little strange
In a New York Minute
Everything can change
In a New York Minute

Thank you, Don Henly!
So at 10 am CST I go to Michigan…..which has no Eskimos, but the whole place is a refrigerator, anyways…..so whatza point in going there! Iffen you know what I mean.
Lost in the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs,
Are the borders of our lives.

People in Michigan are often surprised that ANYONE calls them at all…. So I try not to stay there long.
10:30 I get to LA.

Burbank, Studio City, Sherman Oaks, Van Nuys, North Hollywood….. and California is OK. Stuff is good in LA. Ya, there are some flakey folks and what not….and more than a fair amount of people that do not speak English….. but that ain’t no deal…. I live in Wisconsin and it seems that there are more than a few folks here that have difficulty with the language as well.

So I trip across the country daily..... it is just what I do. Georgia, Texas, Virginia... it's all the same street on different days, different ways, different clients, different projects....... so sometimes the best part of the day is heading on out to a place where people are real, the smiles genuine..........the phone is off........

.... and everyone knows your name. Cheers.


Dean Wormer said...

I'm sure you've seen that old cartoon that showed a New Yorker on the street telling someone to "fuck off" with a thought bubble over their head that said "have a nice day."

Then it had a Californian who was telling somebody "have a nice" and thinking "fuck you."

Couldn't think of a better way to sum up the two states.

Unknown said...

I love folks from both states...they have their plus and minus sides...but all things considered..I love my state of Cali the best.

I want your job okjimm! ;p

okjimm said...

Dean.... I kinda like calling Texas.... they say, " Fuck you, Sir" in the nicest way possible.

Dusty... you can have it! Damn, I could probably make more delivery pizzas, these days!

Steve Emery said...

I read this and felt sorry for your job situation (it sucks to do things that feel like a total waste of time - worse a total waste of OTHER people's time, too) but then we get to that shot of Oblio's and I think, "I don't have a place like that - other than home, of course." It's cool that you have such a place.

lisahgolden said...

You can call Georgia anytime, Okjimm. We may not say anything, but we'll talk your ear off.

susan said...

I can spend a fair amount of time the average week talking to people at call centers in Bangalore India about the medical conditions patients here have that require surgery. Now if that isn't crazy, I don't know what is. Can I have beer?

Anonymous said...

Dude... call the town of Lindenhurst, NY. I don't care what it is you're selling. There's an open bar stool and beer waiting for you at Fanelli's. BTW. Their wings fly over well there. I'm just sayin...

anita said...

The thing I find so odd about Long Island is that for that long, skinny strip of land, there are three major highways running parallel to each other: the Long Island Expressway, the Southern State Parkway and the Northern State Parkway. If you are going out there, it really doesn't matter what highway you're on, all that matters is that your car is headed in the right direction! How cool is that?

Distributorcap said...

we dont have any eskimos in NYC - which is near Long Island -- but it is really cold lately

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