Sales Idol (WINNER!)

Sales Idol is a part of my amazing star-wars-themed sales class. This class is something else.

For starters, it is taught by Master Bone. He is the greatest business professor in the Marriott School. Master Bone teaches us to use the force in B2B sales. Tuesday he put our Jedi training to the test.

It goes like this.

Eight contestants sign up.

Each of us wait outside and one-by-one we are called in.

We walk into the crowded classroom and sitting in the middle are 2 chairs; one empty, the other occupied by a representative from Ecolab pretending to be bipolar Bill, from Bill's BBQ. We have seven minutes to sell a product to the rep who can take on any one of 4 difficult selling personalities. I just so happened to get the scariest and most difficult personality of all--the DRIVER. I kept my cool though, and I was strong during the whole thing. I even laughed during my turn. But I laughed so I wouldn't cry.

It's a stressful yet worthwhile experience. I also need to mention that it is so so fun. And I won! I couldn't believe it! Winning stuff is just the greatest feeling. Ecolab brought this little baby as the prize for first place:

Hello orange iPod Nano Touch.

I Loaded it up.

So sleek.

So sexy.

It's the first sexy touch thing that I have ever owned. We'll...besides P-Man.

Gotcha!

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Birthday Success

So there I am, covering the space in my planner set aside for March 3, 2011 with birthday stickers. While I am doing this I yell out to Phillip asking him if he is excited for his birthday next week. He informs me that yes, he is looking forward to his birthday, but that his birthday isn't for another two weeks.

So there I am, frantically peeling stickers off of March 3, 2011 and placing them on March 11, 2011. Uh yeah, big mistake forgetting the exact date of his birthday. Won't happen again, pinky-promise.

I'm a good wife. I'm a good wife. I'm a good wife.

Moving along. For Christmas I thought it would be convenient to just buy gifts for ourselves. Good idea? Nope. It's especially not good when my husband's "love language" is gifts. To make up for it I gave Phillip the best 24th birthday ever.

Proof:

Surprise awesome shirt given the DAY before his birthday, strategically placed in his closet.

The most amazing breakfast waffles ever made the morning of his birthday.

We also went to dinner and played games with our very best friends on his birthday. I also gave him a game, Oreos, and Coca Cola.

Happy Birthday P-Man! Hope it was the greatest.

I'm a good wife. I'm a good wife. I'm a good wife.


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