Rue the Day

I was once in car sales.  For a total of around 6 years of my life, I spent my days doing my best to make a living whilst trying to keep my dignity, integrity, and family in tact.  My days consisted of loathing managers who did their best to turn me into themselves, fighting like hell to get off work at some point before midnight and making friends with people long enough to sell them a car. Unfortunately, I was good at the making friends part and that sucked for a person who tried to be noble every once and awhile.  

Want a great deal on a car?  Take me with you.  I know the ins, out, right, left, upside down, and right side ups of every way a car deal works.  There’s no trick a salesperson, sales manager, or finance manager can pull to throw me off cuz I was very good at what I did. Consider it a freebe and my contribution to redeeming some of my dignity and integrity; maybe to regain a little good karma from being too good at selling cars for too long.  For hating what it all stood for.  The manipulation of people to make money.

I’m wondering if the slaughter cow will manipulate me.  If he will look in my eyes and know there is a bleeding heart in there longing to keep him alive anyway I can.  That the cow will sense a weakness in me and find that one tender spot that won’t let go of my love for all things living and exploit it.  Hopefully, the cow isn’t good at it. Maybe Jersey cows are not only all alike and mean.  Maybe they’re stupid too.

On a lighter note tho, I’ve decided to get a dairy cow as well which Jen wants no part of.  She says they are most definitely mean and she’s not going anywhere near one so this one’s for the treehugger.  I get to animal whisper to this mean cow, nurture it, love it, and steal it’s milk all at the same time.  This old car saleswoman may be good at this after all.