Hello again!
I'm currently in the middle of moving apartments so that means I have to make strategic use of my Hive time.
What better use of such time than hammering out a Freewrite for one of my favourite communities! The challenge page can be found HERE
You know the drill! This is a daily freewrite challenge hosted by 
Today's prompt is: foul taste.
I used to work in a sales office and trust me when I say, there I tasted foulness multiple times.
The Salesman
I put the receiver down and looked at him with awe.
He just secured his fifth sale and it wasn't even midday. How the hell does he do it?
I could barely keep them on the phone for two minutes.
"Hey, Shane." My question punctured his high and down he came with a shrug.
He donned his team leader mask like he didn't just make hundreds of dollars.
"What's up?"
"How'd you do it?"
He seemed surprised at the question.
"Mate, you've been here for a week now. Aren't you getting how this works?"
His confusion was genuine. It made me feel like I was still learning to walk while everyone else ran ahead.
"No I don't think I'm getting it."
I looked at the phone and down the list of companies in front of me.
He laughed.
"Stop thinking so hard. This isn't a game where IQ determines the winner."
He put his hand on my shoulder.
"All you gotta' do is make people think you're confident. That's it.
Identify the kind of confidence they want to see and become it.
Then people will buy anything from you."
I contemplated that when suddenly the moral implications struck me.
"So I can lie?"
He slapped by back and grunted triumphantly.
"Mate you tell'em you're the CEO of the bloody company if that's what it takes."
That was surprisingly motivating but in a deeply corrupting way.
"But doesn't that leave a foul taste in your mouth?"
He reached under the desk to where I thought the trash can was and retrieved a half empty bottle of Absolut Vodka.
"That's why we have this. Now take a swig, pick up the phone and start selling.
