Sales

Handinger made me faster at lead sourcing, which was apparently a problem

By 8:57 every morning, I was already at my desk, pretending the first coffee is still warm. The office lights had that particular white glow that makes everyone look less healthy than they are, and a bit older. Our sales floor was one big open room with the emotional texture of an airport gate: monitors glowing, backpacks half-zipped under desks, protein bar wrappers folded into tiny packets and a wall-mounted TV showing pipeline numbers like a flight panel. I was an outbound SDR, which meant I was technically in sales but the very last of the hierarchy, a bottom feeder. I felt less like a seller and more like an inexpensive clipboard with a LinkedIn account.