My Goals Minus the Golden Phone...

Me; "Well, we gave it a shot fellas. All we can do is what we can do... Maybe tomorrow will be a better day...


Salesman; "We sold 3 and had we had better luck on credit, it would have been 5! What do you mean? Isn't that a good day?!"


Me; "Sure! You guys did great. I guess I just set my goals for the day too high."


Salesman; "I'm afraid to ask but what was your goal?"


Me; "To have other dealers line up at my feet and kiss the ring as Stacy Dash reminds them to be careful not to soil my hand with their unclean lips. While money rains down from the heavens with the soft purr of my Lamborghini slightly muffling the soft purr of my albino Lion. All while Warren Buffet explains to me (on my gold phone given to me by a reincarnated Ronald Reagan and John F. Kennedy on my birthday) that Jarrod simply won't let me do consulting work for him in Japan because the new store in Hawaii is in need of my particular motivational skills"


Maybe I aimed a bit high today... I'll shave the gold phone for tomorrow's expectations. That's where I went wrong."