A Job to be Done

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Recently we had a few lectures about the benefits of an Insurance agent in Poteian Hall. The classes were organised by a certain insurance group in order to increase the number of its agent’s in the Aleksandr area. A good friend of mine, Bolivar also attended the classes. Naturally, we started missing classes after less then a week, owing to the many deplorably uninteresting experiences that easily overcame our consciences.

"Like one cannot learn to drive a motorcycle from female driving instructors, one cannot learn about insurance from lecturers", quoted Bolivar.Both of us were motorcycle fanatics. We had a weird dream to travel around Europe with our motorcycles. Although, it is very true that we are currently not unable to make both ends meet. Bolivar would always say,” motorcycle is like the woman you love, she always needs you to show her that you love herandcare for her". To say the truth, Bolivar, being about two decades older then me, always had the luxury of having the first opinion over any matter concerned, whether it be about getting a cheese hamburger or be it the credibility of Mozart over Vivaldi.

Bolivar was a man of fine character and strong spirit. He was one of those who would ride his bike uninsured rather than taking help of any insurance group. He always said,” They shall suck you dry, all the insurance groups are same, better that my bike ends up down Polkser then be sold in junk". His ancestors were men of honour and dignity. He said that they flourished in Asia Minor before coming here with Chengis Khan. What they flourished, God knows.

Many months back, when I was a new friend of Bolivar, he was dangerously in love with a girl. Her name was Joya. She lived besides Olga's Nursery near the Central Park. I couldn't understand her beauty, at least Bolivar said so. She was petite, scarcely out of her 25th celebration and was due to enter Poland University for some degree in some subject. I could see that Bolivar was deeply in love with her. But Alas! she left Aleksandr without even knowing that a 45 year old jobless and aspiring biker was fatally attracted to her. Bolivar is one kind of mankind, insurance group evasive, heartbroken Romeo and most of all a dreamer.