I am turning over a new leaf, Pumpkins. Or perhaps a bud, on this spring day, 2012. From this moment forth, I shall be the picture of positivity. A portender of propitious tidings. A complaint shall not pass these lips - unless I can see bubbles in my steamed coffee beverage. I cannot abide loose foam. Beyond that, I’m definitely Pollyanna-ish.
Take this past winter. Amidst the grumbling about warm weather, I hear whispers of elusive retailers having their best season ever. Oh, I do love a good season. Getting out there – hustling the business, growing your bottom line.
The highly profitable agent could be just another travel myth (like the birthing of a new low cost carrier, or that tour operators make their money by selling travel) -- but with my freshly budding optimism, dahrlings, I believe in you!
You’re not getting rich by whining about the price of fuel, I know that much. Or wishing 15% commissions were still around. It’s all about innovation. Passion. And the right brassiere. There is no arguing that a well fitted cup means the world to one’s standpoint. (Although with all the saline I pack, my cups stand & point just fine with or without an attitude adjustment).
We salute you, dear profitable Pumpkins, wherever you are!
This Just In: TCook is giving Jazz the heave-ho. Bummer.
