9 days...

Its been a long nine days. I'm tired, 11 hour days then going out and being in a room w/ a stranger. I've almost felt that I have been stifleing (sp?) myself. That I have not been my self. I have not been real to my self here or at work.People look up to me here and listen to what I have to say. My reputation proceeds me. I guess the General manager of each new store hand picks out who they want. Files are looked at before selections are made. I have to live up to that reputation here. My sales presintation has to be crisp, clean, I have to smile and look sharp. I have to have the answer to every question that each sales person has. I'm number six in the nation according to the companies surveys. The truth is I guess I miss home. Im here alone in the cold and wind. Its funny a phrase comes to me and I don't know where I've heard it but "Hell is a cold dark place...". Tomorrow its supposed to snow and I'll probally get delayed on the plane comming home.
I'm just venting here because I cant do it at work.... I'm sitting by t he fire and typing an open rant ... ladies thank you for listening. Oh Scralett heres your monkey...