Monday, February 12, 2007

Saturday 10th 1933

Great Northern 9.30. More sales talk and delay then allocation of districts. I was among those not picked! Too young I suppose. So the bubble burst. I had already planned what I should do in whichever town I was sent to...

Aesop wrote a fable about a girl who planned what she would do with the money she received for a jug of milk she was taking to market. Then the milk spilt, curdled, evaporated or something. I am like Aesops girl. The supervisor told us we should be engaged if any more vacancies occurred, but I doubt it.

(2004 This will be the lowest of the low in selling. It was door to door canvassing for the News of the World, known locally as the Whore’s Gazette).


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