JfDI!
How to sell brilliantly
Unplugged
It had been a sh*t week. Friday's argument with security about her ID badge and the non-wearing thereof had not helped. She was NOT her ID badge. Nor was she someone on the arm of her boyfriend at the art exhibition, for goodness sake. She knew this was a thing of hers: she was NOT even one of the ever so friendly and supportive people at her Women's Group.
Life was tricky at times. Who was she? No idea to be honest.
Time to get lost in Saturday deep laundry therapy.
She was certainly not her laundry, though.