Ever get a feeling that someone just kicked your balls but you don't know who did it and you don't know where it came from? You look around you don't see them. Finally you look down, and their stands a midget. That is how I felt at this morning at work. It was going great this morning WAM! A swift kick to the nuts from some where.
I had couple of sales this morning so I was happy. Then I heard the dreadful phone ring. I picked up and I was told some horrible news about one of my accounts. He was my custommer from Boston. I met the guy last time I went to Boston. A tiny little man he was. Anyway, they decided not to sell our products because our tech support was not doing their jobs. So I spent all morning kissing his tiny little ass. I some what feel violated right now. You should have heard me this morning. Laughing at his stupid little jokes. Getting yelled at by some Napoleon lookin little midget. I wish I could just see him in the street. I would end that Willow Ufgood looking little gnome. But the good news is that we recovered and we still have the account. But I am still a little upset about getting yelled at by that evil leprechaun from Boston....
"I am the Leprechaun..."