P. Enis knows spin! You name a thing the right way, frame it in your mind as you need it to be, and repeat it ’til it’s true.
That always works. I knew two or three fellas and ladies back in the day working little business ideas of their own.
Fake it ’til ya ^%$# it up… or some saying like that, right?
Oh, it’s always like this, isn’t it? You take a new job, and it’s never quite what you were expecting.
You figured the boss would show up, and that you’d be welcomed by the other employees… and instead, you wind up standing in a parking lot with some dodgy looking stains here and there, and keeping an eye on the dodgy looking van (it might BE a dodge- can’t tell past the rust) parked all by itself next to the single light pole in the lot, and having to call and wake up the boss, and find that the new employees never heard of you… Oh, it’s all great fun and adventurous.
Enis is a great salesman, isn’t he? I mean, he’s got the patter down, and the charisma, and…
There should be a sarcasm key on computer keyboards, shouldn’t there?
I’m not sure that hiding behind a row of Porta Johns is good sneaking. I think sneaking is much better done where you can breathe, and where you can say things that people inside flimsy plastic boxes can’t overhear you whether they’re trying to or not.
But maybe I’ve just never done enough sneaking to know.
Or maybe Peter hasn’t.
I guess we’ll see.
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