Yeah! It's Friday!  Network marketers hate Fridays because it means the standard work week is over.  In our house, that means that the peace and quiet of the week days are over and Robin will have to deal with all of us being in the house for the next two days.  Horrors!

Our house is pretty lively.  We have two teenagers (drama queens--you know what I mean), a nine year old (at the crossroads of moving from the princess stage to the diva stage), and a 17 month old grandson who just pretty much does what he wants while the rest of us all run around after him, and, of course, there are the three dogs.  One Great Dane, one Puggle (half pug, half beagle), and one Shih Tzu.  It is a toss up as to which creature makes the most noise.

Network marketers often live and die by the phone. After all, you use the phone for training calls, to talk to your downline, to talk to your upline, to talk to your customers, and the list goes on.  We have three phone lines in our home, and five cell phones (plus the extra one in the car because I have been known to leave my regular cell phone at home (sometimes by accident, sometimes on purpose--oops!).  Robin should just save time and have a phone receiver permanently implanted in his ear.  As it is, he has a blue tooth on his hearing aid that picks up the phone(s).  If we leave the house and he accidentially leaves his phone at home it is like a smoker without their cigarettes--an immediate panic attack.  Plus the entire time he talks about how he hopes so and so doesn't call!  Eventually I just turn around and get the phone.  Yes, he has answered the phone while we were alone at dinner, "Oh, sorry, I've been waiting for this call--it will only take a minute."  He's still talking while paying the check. Sigh!  (I have been known to threaten grabbing the phone and saying "Robin can't play now," but I haven't quite managed it yet.)

This phone stuff is fine during the day Monday through Friday because no one is home (except the dogs, but they are kenneled).  During the weekend it is a different story.  I try to keep it down, but you know how it goes.  Somebody screams or crys, two of them start arguing with each other, the TV is blaring.  Then, it happens-the door to the man cave/office flies open, there is a scowl on the face, sparks fly out of his eyes (blind or not) and he bellows out the words, "I'm on a call!!!!" 

All activity ceases.  Everyone freezes in place, even the dogs.  Everyone scrambles.  Someone picks up the baby, the TV is turned off and we all head for the basement.  There is no need for tornado drills in our house, we have Robin!  Of course, I just stand there looking at him and say "So, are you coming out of the office sometime today?"  At this he promptly turns around mumbling something under his breath about "...guess no one wants me to make any money" or "...fine, I'll just get off" or some other comment that implies that we just don't understand and that by interferring with this call we are jeopardizing any hope of financial independence not to mention democracy and the free world!  Please.

At some point I hope to be able to make a soundproof and padded room for his office.  That way we will take care of two problems at the same time!  I love you honey!! 

Thanks for reading! 


Fun Quote:  The trouble with talking too fast is you may say something you haven't thought of yet.  ~Ann Landers