Crystal Trino's Journal Nov 30 2006 Entry

November 30. Thursday Night.

Hi Journey.

BizTap. Sometimes I just can’t wait to go but also there’s another part of me that just dreads it. Mere mingling makes me nervous at first, J.

Malcolm and Bridgette there, but no Jeremy. It’s just as well. We’ve phoned each other a few times over the past several weeks, but he’s always coming up with some excuse why he can’t make time for even a cup of coffee.

Malcolm was his cordial self, but he yammered on and on about a client he’d just landed. Wheat. North American Linear Analysis was analyzing the effect on changing the drilling dates on the wheat crop in six Midwest states. I was bored silly listening to him, but he was just so excited about it that his reddish-brown eyes darted about all the while he talked. He was actually gesturing with his hands, Journey. Malcolm!--can you believe it?

So I stayed and listened for five minutes. I felt a bit of a voyeur, sticking around just to catch glimpses of the light playing across those beautiful eyes. But he didn’t seem to mind. I think he was actually glad to see me.

Although when Bridgette arrived he took a cue from her attitude, wrapped up his monologue, and left the two of us alone.

She was a wreck. One of her reps lost his biggest client this week, and while she’s afraid for him, she’s way more afraid for what the loss will do to her numbers. I certainly can’t say that I blame her.

I think that’s one reason Dad always kept his own accounts and steered clear of being a sales manager--your income is too dependent on what so many reps under you do or don’t do. Dad always liked to be 100% responsible for his own sales destiny.

So I hung around after everybody else left and shared a couple of extra beers with Bridgette. I suppose we stayed too late, but she needed somebody to talk to and I sure owe her that after all she’s done to help me get into the business to business market.

She’ll bounce back. She’s tough.

Goodnight, Journey.

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