While I know it's not readily apparent by my postings, I really don't mind my job. Well, except for around the holidays. Every year, the week before Christmas, we visit each of our clients to deliver one or more of the following: a card, a poinsettia, and a pie. It is, perhaps, the most humiliating thing I do all year. Conversations go something like this:
"Thanks for spending $500,000 this year. Would you like apple, pumpkin, or pecan with your dying poinsettia? Oh, and don't forget your card. We couldn't pass up those $6.99/box of 16 cards at WalMart. Good thing we have that non-paid intern (i.e. the owner's niece) who can spend her whole day lining up the cards properly with the printer. We think it gives them a homey touch. Don't you?"
We never scrimp or go cheap on anything else all year, but this. The one time we need to throw a few thousand dollars at something and we start pinching pennies.
Think of me tomorrow, when your all snug at your desks, while I'm out sloshing around in three inches of gray slush.
Happy Holidays.
Mave
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Oh you poor, poor thing.
The slogging of plants and pies started today. I forgot, momentarily, how nice most of my clients are. Everyone was very gracious and seemed legitimately happy to see me. Most keep prospective.
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