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Re-Gifter

I’m a re-gifter and I don’t care who knows it. Some gifts are right for some peo­ple, and oth­er gifts are right for oth­ers. If some­one is thought­less enough to get me a gift I would­n’t use, I’m doing them a fuck­ing favour by find­ing a bet­ter per­son for it. Sometimes, the best gifts are sec­ond hand, when one knows that it’s right for one­self, but also knows that it would make some­one else even hap­pi­er.

Not Here To Eat Or Read

Ever see those guys sit­ting alone in the pubs, with the same burg­er and fries, the same worn paper­back, the same pint in pil­sner? I have yet to see one of them who was­n’t creepy. It’s some­thing I can’t quite put my fin­ger on, but there’s a cer­tain qual­i­ty that just screams out, “NOT HERE TO EAT OR READ”. Maybe it’s giv­en away in tint of their beards, the scraps of food stuck to their faces, or the sort of laid-back, eyes-over-the-glass­es atti­tude.

How To Stop Talking

I come across so many peo­ple who love to talk about them­selves, their life sto­ries, what they saw on TV the oth­er day, how nice their man­i­cures are…every sin­gle bor­ing thing pos­si­ble. Half the time it’s just vent­ing, get­ting out what piss­es them off or what unfor­tu­nate stroke of luck befell them. Sometimes, I feel like telling these peo­ple about how easy it is to have a blog. That way, they can still get things off their chest, and save me the time of hav­ing to lis­ten to their bor­ing shit. Unless some­one is a friend, I don’t care. What is it about me that makes it seem as if I give a fuck? Why do peo­ple think they’re so impor­tant that any­one would be inter­est­ed in any­thing they have to say? It’s not like I start talk­ing about every lit­tle thing that piss­es me off, because I know that it’s bor­ing and I’m aware that no one cares.

Thank god I have this.

Copier Salesmen

I have to deal with copi­er sales­men from two com­pet­ing com­pa­nies at work. I hon­est­ly nev­er under­stood how one could be pure­ly a sell­er of copiers until they showed up. It’s a huge mar­ket, with lots of busi­ness and a ton of prod­ucts to deal with. They’re both, very obvi­ous­ly, sales­men, and present every­thing with smoke and mir­rors. The thing is, I’m actu­al­ly look­ing to lease a new print­er here, because the com­pa­ny could poten­tial­ly save a few hun­dred dol­lars a month with the new, more aggres­sive mar­ket­ing cam­paign that I’m try­ing to push. It’s a has­sle to have to see through all the bull­shit and sort out the rel­e­vant infor­ma­tion. I’m try­ing to give them both a fair chance any­way, since a new print­er would def­i­nite­ly ben­e­fit the com­pa­ny.

It’s fun­ny to see how they try to han­dle clients my age. They come in with their suits and ties, have these gener­ic sales­per­son char­ac­ters, and talk with lofty words. I don’t think they expect to be deal­ing with some­one my age, who looks and dress­es the way I do. I’m extreme­ly com­fort­able with it though; I com­mu­ni­cate well with peo­ple who are old­er than me, and these guys must be twice my age. They think it’s going to be easy to get a con­tract signed, just by telling me what the com­pa­ny sup­pos­ed­ly needs. I may be green, but I’m not stu­pid when it comes to busi­ness.

The only advan­tage to all of this is being treat­ed like a real client with respect and hav­ing things pre­sent­ed to me the way I want to see them. I sup­pose it’s only fair though, if they’re try­ing to get a 60-month lease signed, with quar­ter­ly pay­ments of over $1000.