Tuesday, October 2, 2007

Open for business… I love what she’s selling.  I wonder if she is as tired of the word entrepreneur as I am?  I was holding a check, held it for more than a week and finally decided to deposit.  I think my  reluctance to part with the promissory was based on the cruel fact that it represents the last payment on my recent contract and god knows where the next contract (and indeed the next payment) will be coming from.  Perhaps Helga can offer a franchise.

The deposit was a face-to-face transaction and the teller was informed with what might almost be described as missionary zeal.  The whole time I was with her she was talking, talking about ways I might make my money better work for me, asking what kind of a business it was, this Sandhill Technologies, praising the entrepreneurial spirit, stretching the transaction time and thus enhancing the pleasure for both of us I’m sure.  But ultimately the check had passed from my side of the counter to hers and I was left with a moist towelette and a handful of receipts and the certainty that now, lying at the bottom of the ladder and with a long climb before me, I really must get down to business.

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