Sometimes you just gotta drink....

So the exec I was fretting over calling wasn't available when I called. Of course.

All the nausea....for what?

It makes me remember how I used to time my calls to whatever obsession I had at the time.

Anthony, Joe, Paul, etc.

I used to wait and wait until it was "appropriate" timing for "the call". I would act breezy and smiley, even though my stomach was about to drop through my cooch. And when the phone went to voicemail I tried to either leave a breezy message, or if I had the foresight to hit *67 and block my number I would just hang up and try again later.

So it appears life repeats itself, doesn't it?

For me, it's the fact that I try and come off super confident and take no prisoners...when I really hate this whole sell, sell, sell aspect of what I do for a living. So making the call to some exec is like the unknown of a new guy prospect. I wish there was a way to gauge people on if you are wasting your time.

Some little flicker in the eye, or catch in the voice that is clear enough to say "I don't want to be bothered". Maybe there is and I just don't catch it. Maybe there isn't and I am just paranoid.

All I know is that I will keep plugging away. This email phenomenon has given me ginormous balls when it comes to saying things I would never be able to say aloud.

I am awesome.

I am really good at what I do.

We should work together.

Let's chat or meet and discuss my aforementioned awesome-ness...

And then the chat portion of it ties up my stomach. I guess I will keep trying.

I'll email the exec again this week and see if I can obsess over a call shortly after that.