JoelP

Parksie despised weekday mornings. Once he’d overcome the urban assault course that led to work, he had to deal with work itself. “Mornings are prime selling time,” he’d been told when he started. Well, not for him they weren’t. He’d fallen into sales like a man who slips through a trap door. Shaken and bruised, he carried on plodding through each day, hoping for that bit of magic that would make him a player. It had been over a 9 months and he was still waiting.