I need to write three different letters promoting the same financial product. This way the client can choose the one she likes best. It's 5:00 and I don't even have the first one done.
The ideas aren't simply aren't coming.
I don't need to have them done until end of day tomorrow, so I suppose I could go home and hope some inspiration washes over me. But I'm afraid none will.
Sometimes this job is easy. At moments like this, though, it's miserably hard.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
You can dooooooooo ittttttttt!
ReplyDeleteUgh, that's got to be one of the worst parts of your job.
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