Optimism
For probably the first time ever I've got a job that pays enough to make me actually want to be there. I swear, my optimism toward being able to go to work has nothing to do with the fact that I spend a good three or four hours of my six hour shift getting paid to play Final Fantasy. Or more accurately, playing Final Fantasy while I get paid to do other things.
I'm almost registered for the classes I'll be taking this fall, which include a class on appreciating and writing poetry largely similar to a class I've already taken at a different school. Despite that I enjoy good poetry and can spot the needles in the haystacks, a poet I am not. Like I was telling Trappie, my professor isn't likely to be too thrilled with lines like:
You are the Zelda of my Hyrule
the Toadstool of my tower,
When you touch my Master Sword
it spits fire like a flower
I never really liked the romantic movement, which held that poetry is a sporadic inspiration of the soul (versus a well-planned piece forced to fit certain rules and perameters). But I do have to agree with them a bit. I can sit and write page after page in iambic pentameter, but it's generally rubbish due to the fact that I'm not inspired by anything emotional whatsoever.
I'm not even sure what else I signed up for. I think I'm in some class about grammar. Way to save that until I'm in my 20s. I have a feeling it's going to be shit they should be teaching to 2nd graders but that I'll still manage to get a C in it.
Really gotta push myself to stop doing the bare minimums. I know I could have made a solid 4.0 in everything I've done so far if I wanted to. It's just easier to tell myself I'm lazy and stupid and settle for the C baseline than it is to...well, I never actually study since I have yet to take a class that taught me anything thoroughly new, so I guess it's no harder to get an A than a C for me. Just habit I suppose...I always hated being the smart kid in the group, hated being copied off of and used for answers. So I quit being that kid, and now that I need to be him again it's difficult to get in the mode I need to be in.
That is to say, difficult to be motivated to do well for myself.
On an unrelated note, a customer made a comment that kind of triggered something in me. He was asking about the protein we sell, and I told him that two of our store brands tasted wretched. He said, "At least you're honest."
To me it was just the matter of do I want to deal with a return later, or do I just want to tell him the truth now and have a repeat customer. Overall, in sales I've found that people appreciate being told the truth. If you tell them you're skeptical over a product or that you don't think this one actually works, they trust you more. Strategically, when they then trust you, they'll also trust your recommendation when you point them to a different product. The majority of the time, telling a customer that a certain product is total garbage enables you to ensure a sale on another product. It's good business to be honest.
Our district manager constantly rags on the associates because their sale averages are usually only 20-25 dollars and his is around 45. He'll load people up with a bunch of stuff they don't need that they return the next day, or stuff that doesn't work that they return two weeks later.
I just tell people the truth. My sale average was around 90 dollars last time I checked.
Unfortunately, I don't tell people the truth because it's good business or to land sales or make commission. I just tell them the truth because it's easier than bullshitting to try and make huge sales.
It's just the type of person I am. I might not always tell you what you want to know directly or even at all, but I've never been one to tell white lies for no reason whatsoever. I can tell when people lie to me. I can taste it, smell it, feel it bouncing off my skin. It's disgusting, and whether they can tell or not, I just can't throw out that garbage the way people throw it at me.
I do lie. Make no mistakes about my claims. I lie when I feel that it is necessary or when I know that the ultimate outcome will be better because of it.
But no one cares if you drink coffee, if you've ever been to Cali, if that's your natural hair colour, if you're scared of roller-coasters. People lie about so much retarded shit...I'm not even going anywhere with this. It's just one of the huge huge huge reasons that I've never really been able to identify with most humans. Generally, people are of a mentality such that those sorts of lies are a basis for their entire behaviour patterns, and every action they take is reflective of the fact that they find no fault in white lies.
A huge huge huge reason that when I look at people, I try to picture them without their skin, as bones and twitching muscles to remind myself of their impermanence. They are as temporary as their falsehoods, serving just as much purpose.
I truly despise them.
I wonder if some of them don't feel the same way about people who cannot resign themselves to pleasant farces.
I'm almost registered for the classes I'll be taking this fall, which include a class on appreciating and writing poetry largely similar to a class I've already taken at a different school. Despite that I enjoy good poetry and can spot the needles in the haystacks, a poet I am not. Like I was telling Trappie, my professor isn't likely to be too thrilled with lines like:
You are the Zelda of my Hyrule
the Toadstool of my tower,
When you touch my Master Sword
it spits fire like a flower
I never really liked the romantic movement, which held that poetry is a sporadic inspiration of the soul (versus a well-planned piece forced to fit certain rules and perameters). But I do have to agree with them a bit. I can sit and write page after page in iambic pentameter, but it's generally rubbish due to the fact that I'm not inspired by anything emotional whatsoever.
I'm not even sure what else I signed up for. I think I'm in some class about grammar. Way to save that until I'm in my 20s. I have a feeling it's going to be shit they should be teaching to 2nd graders but that I'll still manage to get a C in it.
Really gotta push myself to stop doing the bare minimums. I know I could have made a solid 4.0 in everything I've done so far if I wanted to. It's just easier to tell myself I'm lazy and stupid and settle for the C baseline than it is to...well, I never actually study since I have yet to take a class that taught me anything thoroughly new, so I guess it's no harder to get an A than a C for me. Just habit I suppose...I always hated being the smart kid in the group, hated being copied off of and used for answers. So I quit being that kid, and now that I need to be him again it's difficult to get in the mode I need to be in.
That is to say, difficult to be motivated to do well for myself.
On an unrelated note, a customer made a comment that kind of triggered something in me. He was asking about the protein we sell, and I told him that two of our store brands tasted wretched. He said, "At least you're honest."
To me it was just the matter of do I want to deal with a return later, or do I just want to tell him the truth now and have a repeat customer. Overall, in sales I've found that people appreciate being told the truth. If you tell them you're skeptical over a product or that you don't think this one actually works, they trust you more. Strategically, when they then trust you, they'll also trust your recommendation when you point them to a different product. The majority of the time, telling a customer that a certain product is total garbage enables you to ensure a sale on another product. It's good business to be honest.
Our district manager constantly rags on the associates because their sale averages are usually only 20-25 dollars and his is around 45. He'll load people up with a bunch of stuff they don't need that they return the next day, or stuff that doesn't work that they return two weeks later.
I just tell people the truth. My sale average was around 90 dollars last time I checked.
Unfortunately, I don't tell people the truth because it's good business or to land sales or make commission. I just tell them the truth because it's easier than bullshitting to try and make huge sales.
It's just the type of person I am. I might not always tell you what you want to know directly or even at all, but I've never been one to tell white lies for no reason whatsoever. I can tell when people lie to me. I can taste it, smell it, feel it bouncing off my skin. It's disgusting, and whether they can tell or not, I just can't throw out that garbage the way people throw it at me.
I do lie. Make no mistakes about my claims. I lie when I feel that it is necessary or when I know that the ultimate outcome will be better because of it.
But no one cares if you drink coffee, if you've ever been to Cali, if that's your natural hair colour, if you're scared of roller-coasters. People lie about so much retarded shit...I'm not even going anywhere with this. It's just one of the huge huge huge reasons that I've never really been able to identify with most humans. Generally, people are of a mentality such that those sorts of lies are a basis for their entire behaviour patterns, and every action they take is reflective of the fact that they find no fault in white lies.
A huge huge huge reason that when I look at people, I try to picture them without their skin, as bones and twitching muscles to remind myself of their impermanence. They are as temporary as their falsehoods, serving just as much purpose.
I truly despise them.
I wonder if some of them don't feel the same way about people who cannot resign themselves to pleasant farces.
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