MY ZIG~ZAG TO HEALING~18:6

"POW ~ RIGHT IN THE KISSER!"


As what happens with many disappointed salespeople, I started attending afternoon matinees and frequenting the burlesque houses.


After a while the "seescapes" became boring and desperately wanting to earn enough money for my new home's down payment, I called my father inquiring about his super successful insurance sales business.


Always wanting for me to follow in his footsteps, he was more than happy to introduce me to the vice president of San Francisco’s Mutual of Omaha division.


Being granted an appointment the next day, Mr. Gilligan said that I could start immediately, but insurance sales would be strictly on a commission basis only.


Even though earning less money than what I made at QFI, the $600 per month apprenticeship pay at Rykoff was a hell of a lot better than zero.


My ego getting the better of me because I would have loved to be more successful than my father in his own game, I decided to go for it.


Courteously alerting my Uncle Gary who first presented me with the Rykoff opportunity, he said to be patient and that my business would grow.


Stubborn and hell-bent on making millions right away and eventually buying a private jet before I was 30, I needed a better and faster career path.


Walking into Rykoff with my tail between my legs, I hesitatingly walked into Kurt Russell’s office to present my formal resignation.


Expressing his immense disappointment in my wanting to leave, he told me that the insurance business was tough and that hopefully I would be back someday after getting my ass kicked.


Feeling very awkward at scheduling exclusively evening appointments that would further distance myself from Sandy, I nevertheless gave it a shot and hated the insurance business from the very first “not interested.”


Told by Mr. Gilligan to be persistent no matter what, my first 7:30 P.M. appointment in Berkeley was a husband-and-wife team that refused my insistence that they both be present during the presentation.


Taking turns going upstairs to supposedly make calls in their in-house office, after about an hour neither one returned to the kitchen, so I sat there by myself for another 45 minutes contemplating my bellybutton.


Letting myself out without so much as a goodbye, I drove home deliberating my future and concluded bidding “adios” to the insurance business.


Pray to The Holy Spirit constantly and simply from your heart, just as earnestly as He was your very best friend.


+ through Divine Intimacy ~ He IS!

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