Hey y'all… I’m starting to think that maybe I need some Tiny Pills.
It’s been a funny few days, but then and again, I do have these every now and then. At least some good news; I’ve been made an offer to enter an academic program I was interested in. I’m going to take it. So hopefully as of September, I’ll be a part-time student (again – as if the last time wasn’t bad enough. This time it will be half the time, but more painful)
However, on with my tale…
I don’t think I am naïve. I think in this case it was more a series of random sightings, with me trying to make a connection. I made a certain assumption, that 1+1=3, which was like before you learn math, and then after realize that 1+1=2.
I worked for a really long time in the pharmacy of a hospital. Working in retail pharmacy, I got used to seeing all sorts of drug reps and other types of travelers. At this hospital, it was no different, but maybe not so often and not so much in your face.
I noted that those travelers/reps that had the retail pharmacy clients, generally tended not to be really particular about the crispness of how they dressed. I guess it was years on the road experience, as well as entrenched clientele…
At this hospital and many others like it, I suppose, the dressing was crisper because of possible monies involved or because it was a route that they gave rookies, who were trying to work up the feeding chain.
I used to see in retail, travelers/reps hawking all sorts of stuff. At the hospital it was a different sort of fare, which included hospital equipment.
At the hospital, every now and then I would see these two really cute, clean cut fellows wearing nice suits WITH jackets, not bad cuts, ties done proper and nice white shirts (I love suits on men – especially when they are cut well). They looked like what I thought young men starting out, or any man, who is representing a company, should look like.
Did I say they were cute and clean cut?
I used to see them every now and then, two of them, with a gurney. We were a hospital, not the typical type, so we needed maybe one new gurney every decade. Knowing the business, I figured they were really junior and were given the worst client to sell to – the “make or break”, or “ see what you are made of ... by giving you impossible sale points, before we decide to keep you or not” type of client.
Me: Oh…. .there are those two hunks (drooling). I see them every now and then. They are soooo cute.
MamaP: (laughing) They are!
Me: I’d hate to have the job they have. It must be horrible being so young and trying to sell gurneys to a place like this. We don’t need any. Yet they are here regularly. I wonder what company they are with. I always see them together. But I guess it takes two to move their equipment around. Wouldn’t a catalogue be just as easy? I wonder what else they sell.
MamaP: Hmmm.. they don’t sell gurneys….
They’re from the funeral home.