Calling Leads Did Not Come Naturally to Me
I sit at my desk staring at the phone, calling leads on my mind. My palms start to sweat and my throat is dry. Perfect, I think, and take the time to get a drink of water. I come back to the table that I call my home office and realize that there is no possible way that I can continue until I clean up and organize all my papers. All the while I keep glancing at the phone, my enemy, and yet my life’s blood. Now all that is left is the telephone book
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