Dear TV guy,
our phone conversation wast not us trying to audition to be on your show. That phone conversation was me trying to vet you to see if you would make it past my desk. “I don’t deal with marketing people,” may work in other places, and on other people. With me all that statement tells me is that you don’t normally deal with large organizations.
You were supposed to tell me why we should bother, why we should spend our precious hours, minutes, seconds making your job possible. You failed.
I am very nice and very helpful. I have been told that by others, and not just the voices in my head. I’m going to be professional and make the next steps possible. But I don’t have to like it. And I will remember who you are.
Photo courtesy of Duncan Hill, http://www.flickr.com/photos/14829735@N00/5449218572/.
See this spot? That’s what’s left of me trying to clean my favorite Coach bag. That’s what happens when I buy a new pair of jeans and don’t wash them first. The jeans left a jean-color stain on the side of my expensive purse, which I tried valiantly to clean off.
Someone left a box of donuts in the kitchen. All I can think about is that I want one.