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If I've learned nothing else, I've finally figured out that this job is not for anyone who likes stability. At least, not in the early going.
Let me tell you about the past two days of my life.
Yesterday, my ex-fiancee went insane. Absolutely insane. On the advice of my lawyer I won't go into any details, but suffice to say that she crossed an unacceptable line. That happened at the end of a very frustrating day during which two good prospects went belly-up and my lead flow was mysteriously dry. I also signed up with Norvax yesterday morning and, as of today, haven't heard anything back from them. They had no problem billing me on time...but I digress.
After dealing with Batshit McCrazy, my current fiancee and I, along with two mutual friends, decided to go get dinner and discuss what had happened. As young folks are known to sometimes do, I made a questionable decision and enjoyed quite a bit of the adult beverage selection.
Of course, I paid the price for that this morning and spent most of the day working from bed and promising myself "never again until next time." You can imagine how productive that was.
Around 5:30, I had pretty well decided that the universe hated me and that I was destined to live in a van down by the river. So, I dragged myself out of bed, feeling like a midget with a battleaxe was following behind whacking me in the base of the head, and went to the bookstore. A cup of coffee and a new paperback usually cheers me right up.
On the way to the bookstore, a client called to let me know that she had finished her application and had just hit "submit." I was surprised - this particular client has been so fickle that I had placed them in the drip file and largely forgotten about her. That was an awesome surprise and made me think that maybe, just maybe, I'm not the worst insurance agent ever.
Got my book. Got some coffee. Got back in the car.
Another client called me, one that I had written off as lost to another agent. Apparently, the other guy dropped the ball hardcore and infuriated the client. The client then remembered my email (if I get a shared lead and can't reach them within two minutes on the phone, I send an email, then another email the next day, then skip a day, then email three) and called me up. He's ready to go, knows what he wants, is ready to sign on the dotted line - basically, just wants to use someone else to spite the original agent. And he's qualified, too, which was shocking (anyone else ever find that the people most anxious to get their new policy are the people that have enough medical problems that the mere fact that they're walking around should land them on Discovery Channel?). Works just fine for me.
And then, I hear from my lawyer. Nothing to do with the ex-fiancee-fiasco - he just wanted to talk health and life insurance for his eleven-person firm. Who would have thought that the ex going off the deep end would pay so well?
And to think, two hours ago I was picking out color swatches for the drapes in my van-house.
It's true what they say - water sits there at 211, boils at 212. You never know when you're one degree away. Don't let yourself get down, and don't get down on yourself. I thought I was about to freeze today - and then bam, hello 212. You never know.
Let me tell you about the past two days of my life.
Yesterday, my ex-fiancee went insane. Absolutely insane. On the advice of my lawyer I won't go into any details, but suffice to say that she crossed an unacceptable line. That happened at the end of a very frustrating day during which two good prospects went belly-up and my lead flow was mysteriously dry. I also signed up with Norvax yesterday morning and, as of today, haven't heard anything back from them. They had no problem billing me on time...but I digress.
After dealing with Batshit McCrazy, my current fiancee and I, along with two mutual friends, decided to go get dinner and discuss what had happened. As young folks are known to sometimes do, I made a questionable decision and enjoyed quite a bit of the adult beverage selection.
Of course, I paid the price for that this morning and spent most of the day working from bed and promising myself "never again until next time." You can imagine how productive that was.
Around 5:30, I had pretty well decided that the universe hated me and that I was destined to live in a van down by the river. So, I dragged myself out of bed, feeling like a midget with a battleaxe was following behind whacking me in the base of the head, and went to the bookstore. A cup of coffee and a new paperback usually cheers me right up.
On the way to the bookstore, a client called to let me know that she had finished her application and had just hit "submit." I was surprised - this particular client has been so fickle that I had placed them in the drip file and largely forgotten about her. That was an awesome surprise and made me think that maybe, just maybe, I'm not the worst insurance agent ever.
Got my book. Got some coffee. Got back in the car.
Another client called me, one that I had written off as lost to another agent. Apparently, the other guy dropped the ball hardcore and infuriated the client. The client then remembered my email (if I get a shared lead and can't reach them within two minutes on the phone, I send an email, then another email the next day, then skip a day, then email three) and called me up. He's ready to go, knows what he wants, is ready to sign on the dotted line - basically, just wants to use someone else to spite the original agent. And he's qualified, too, which was shocking (anyone else ever find that the people most anxious to get their new policy are the people that have enough medical problems that the mere fact that they're walking around should land them on Discovery Channel?). Works just fine for me.
And then, I hear from my lawyer. Nothing to do with the ex-fiancee-fiasco - he just wanted to talk health and life insurance for his eleven-person firm. Who would have thought that the ex going off the deep end would pay so well?
And to think, two hours ago I was picking out color swatches for the drapes in my van-house.
It's true what they say - water sits there at 211, boils at 212. You never know when you're one degree away. Don't let yourself get down, and don't get down on yourself. I thought I was about to freeze today - and then bam, hello 212. You never know.
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