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Tutte le persone che conosco, sanno, più o meno, che lavoro faccio. Sono ormai diversi anni che mi sono avviato sulla strada della vendita. Oggi, lavoro come rappresentante per un ingrosso di materiale elettrico. Per i più ottusi, vendo ciò che fa luce. Lavoro un po' contraddittorio per la mia indole gothic, ma pazienza! Se vendevo bare, For example, I never had a drop in employment. But you know what a drag to bear all the whining? However, I chose this job because I like it, thank God and Electric (Andrea, you're always my Fuhrer) because, after all I was lucky. I work with and I like times like these, it is not little. Among the many aspects of my profession, the human relationship, is what I have always been more interested. I stay in touch with the people face every day with different people from my usual standard has always fascinated me. Almost like a drug. I like my relationship with my neighbor, then it is much more different from me, the better. I realize this is not a simple thing to explain, nor to understand. Especially for your brains so rudimentary. But never mind, I do not want to commit too. Back to us, as you'll see, I'm dealing with a sweeping view of human daily. In this maelstrom of people, all things considered normal, there are some who are at the limit. To be precise, they sometimes attitudes, which can instill in young representative average of serious doubts. I do a little example, you do not judge people by name, but I can assure you that I am among those who have customers with the most bizarre ever gone from 'Italian registry. For the sake of privacy, but because we have to work, there are going to reveal those names. But I can tell you about anecdotes to help you judge. My client brings a series of crosses on the breast. One day, I ask him what all that junk, I would say that he is a knight. Yes, you read that right. Now the person concerned, apart from having almost seventy, is five feet high, slightly obese, without teeth, limping. Let's say that my idea of \u200b\u200ba knight is a bit 'different. Investigating a little 'about it, it turns out that is: First, Knight of St Walter From Lodi, then, Knight's Cross of Malta. One of the titles of the highest order of chivalry, to its dictates. To my question, stupid, but effective, why? My answer is always to serve and honor God at that point That year he asks me if I had good reasons not to go to mass! So, point blank. With my phlegmatic calm, not at all upset, say lying. I've always honored the natural functions. She looks at me and welcomed me passing the order of the material. Sometimes it takes so little to make him happy. Incidentally, I hang the Pope and burned the church. But these are opinions. As the political positions, which in some cases are funny. I have a client who keeps a bust of Berlusconi in office smiling. Sometimes I do, do with nostalgia and his eyes filled with sincere emotion: But when he comes back? I can not despise him as I would any Berlusconi, because I feel sorry for him. Another, particularly In fact, I always say: The Chinese? All in the oven with the gas! I've done it with the Germans and I will succeed with them! When I ask for explanations is limited to a mumble, "You young people, boo!" Obviously being a hardware store, is a bit 'of everything. From the electrical equipment up to household objects to paint. Items that sell best are gas cylinders and gas stoves! Randomness? We come now to the explanation of the picture that is on top of this post. Picture taken secretly and quickly. But people need to be documented. There are about six months to go from the usual customer buys regularly irregular, but buys. At every meeting we sit at his desk to discuss. Among the items that keeps us there is a fucking stone. For the record, seems to be made concrete, but most is done by hand. Every time I look at my cock, then I look at him questioningly, hoping that I explain the presence of that object. Him, he just smiles and talks of nothing else. For six months we go on like this, I am afraid to ask openly for fear of the response. I do not think want to abuse me, or he would have already done so. But Boh? In short, it's also nice big. These are some borderline cases that my captain working with the electricians. What after all are strange but nice. There are many other, but that risk to become encyclopedic, and perhaps even boring. I leave a final anecdote, when I was just a beginner and was selling phone contracts. At the time, I worked for Albacom. Make an appointment for this company that handles import and export of used clothing. Is received by a very friendly lady, who is interested in my proposal immediately. We begin to talk quietly of this and that. Meanwhile, a Newfoundland puppy I went around sniffing. I stop and pat the dog complimenting the beautiful beast. The dialogue that took place then went something like this:
Me: Indeed it is a beautiful dog.
Lady: know, it's still a puppy, I took recently.
Me: It 's the first dog that takes?
Lady: No, I had another but he died recently.
I (against): Sorry, sometimes it is almost as fond of the people.
Lady: quite right, you! When he died I cried so much.
Me: I understand .
Lady: Not even when my son died I cried so.
I : .....
I remember that statement after I left quite quickly and I went. The dog followed me, to the door, wagging his tail .....
