Karma.

Iret, my fellow salesperson, brought bad, asshole thoughts to my head today. I named her Iret for a few reasons, but one is because it sounds similar to IRATE.

A few weeks, maybe a month back, Iret comes into my cube to ask me to clear time to go meet with one of her leads up in Marin with her because she "doesnt get web advertising, and you seem to know what is going on with that." Fine, i say, gladly go up and talk to these jokers.

We go. The meeting starts off with the marketing director very skeptical, not thinking there was ANYTHING he would want to buy/partner with. thats when i brought up our TV show, how he could be featured, how we host it online, and pretty much dropped some KNOWLEDGE on this fool, and got him SOOOO hooked on us. Body language told me he was in for the kill.

The killer part was I told him we could do an entire show (BOKU $$$), but only if he had the content to cover a 1/2 hour of a show (no one watches, haha). this is where the dude confided in us about the business model (a tell tale sign of lets sign the dotted line and get you some commission.) The end of the meeting pretty much spelled out he would soon be a 25K-50K spender.

When we were leaving, Iret took me to lunch, told me about how we will split all the leads, how I can call the other people...yada yada yada.

Needless to say, a few days later, i hear her in her cube, calllllinnnnnnggggg all the leads, and taking all the clients. No thank you. No nothing.

Today, in our daily morning "are you filling holes in this sinking ship or fucking what?!" meeting, she told stories of grandeur about her 2nd meeting with them. They will not be a 25K client. They will be a 150K client. Great. Glad i helped out.

To further put me over the edge, and literally get me pissed and feel semi cheated for the first time since being at TV station, she made another off hand comment about her winning the incentive trip due to these new clients. I had to say something since she belted this out.

"Iret, ever hear about not counting your chickens before they hatch? Maybe you should get the order before you jinx the money coming in"

Oops. My bad. I slipped. Greed is an ugly beast. I feel bad i fell into the salesman in me. But what the fuck. Are any of you with me?

Fuckit. I made some calls, talked to a SHADY buyer in New York and dropped that my cousin was FDNY and NYPD, i am in. I left work at 3 and went surfing. That is my release. TV Station and WiLL Loman are even for the day.

As for Iret Irate and myself. I took a deep breath, and I realize, she is twice my age, struggling, stressed out, and needs the money more than i do. Again, even this defense for her getting this cashola holds little water. I too am broke. I too would like to make more money, and I too work as hard as she does. But granted. Her age alone makes me want her to have the cash, who knows what would happen if she didnt keep this job.

I either evened the karma scale back to Zero by telling her to "shut the fuck up" ever so lightly with my comment on the sales floor, or maybe not.