So, this was a weird weekend. For one, I received some books in the mail. I opened them up, and I was suprised to find that I didn’t order them. I contacted the company, and I don’t know the person that sent them, but they were addressed to me.

I found out a few months ago, that I am pretty good at sales, though I hate it. I’ve been one of the top in the nation 2 out of the 3 months I’ve been doing it full time (I didn’t work much in October). I made a little over $700 yesterday. Thursday, Friday, and Saturday I made several hundred too. I probably made close to $2,000 in those four days (which is good since I have a plane flight and a $2,000 course to pay for in a couple of weeks). Anyway, I went into a daze for like 20 minutes on Saturday, and when I snapped out of it, I had sold like $4,000.

I can’t imagine doing sales full-time. It’s exhausting because it’s sooo boring. I mean, I am sure it’s entertaining for some, and I really enjoy it when it’s busy. But I am not really the type of person to stand around doing nothing. If I’m not working one job, I’m working another. If I’m not working, I’m learning. If I’m not learning, I have to go out to walk in the mall with Rachel, go out to eat, watch a movie, or play a game. Even when I’m being passive, I put my whole self into it. (No way I’ll ever be passive halfway lol.)

Update: Reading what I just wrote above reminded me of when my pastor asked Rachel being okay with me being a workaholic back in pre-marital counseling. *sigh* Good thing I’m forced to vacation like half of the year

These days, I’m all about being productive and being productive efficiently. Even now, I’m blogging because it’s giving me the false sense of not wasting time (ironic, huh?) I can’t wait til a long vacation knocks that out of me.