today

(containing entirely too much information at points)

I didn’t sleep last night. I laid awake until later than 4 in the morning; I awakened at multiple points in the early morning, and was suddenly wide awake. That’s how it is when I don’t sleep. I sleep from time to time, but then start awake, and feel as if I’d never slept at all.

So I was exhausted. And slinging sponges singolo from 10 a.m. til 10:30 p.m. (plus set up and breakdown) on what should have been one of my best days yet. Friday. The beginning o f the rush. Day 15 of the 17 day fair.

And I got my period. Now, I’m blessed with a short period (3-4 days). But I’m cursed with weeks of PMS, and a day of HELL. Which never fails to be the first day of my period. Today.

I’ve been daydreaming of surprises. I’m embarassed to say what sort of surprises, but surprises. Daydreaming for probably a week now. Or more.

PMSing + daydreaming of surprises = trouble.

I was an emotional wreck. Have been, I suppose for a few days now.

My first demo of the day: The older lady I’m pitching too repeats, “I’m falling asleep” every few sentences. That and “get on with it” and “how much are they?”

I persisted. She bought a set, but when the two women looking on left halfway through, she felt that really justified her claims. She just wanted to buy it and move on. And rude as she was, she did just that once I’d finally finished.

At which point I started to cry.

And then my cramps kicked in. Two Excederin later I was still in just as much pain, just as exhausted and cursing every last ion the world was comprised of.

Until Rob, the Chamois Guy (a.k.a., my competition, and quite possibly my best buddy at the fair), had me sit outside with him and participate in a guided meditation, complete with a brook that babbled my pain right away from me.

My pain disappeared, and I survived. And about eight-thirty tonight, I got my surprise. Though not precisely the one I’d expected.

It’s good to have friends in the business. There are good people in this business.

Of course, I was so exhausted, I probably didn’t sell too many sponges. Let’s go find out. And let the daydreams slip away…

Tagged as: sales, sometimes I sling super sponges