Insert foot Into Mouth
On Thursday afternoon, in the sunny 65 degree weather, I ventured out of my office to visit a client with whom I've done much business, but never had met in person. She was a short, roundish woman of approximately fifty-five years old. The conversation started off with me asking if one of her benefits of working at Harvard was having her kids go there for free. "Harvard doesn't do that," she told me. As the conversation continued I asked her if she even had kids - "nope" she replied. I couldn't have written this conversation to go in a worse and more uncomfortable direction. Before I know it, she's telling me all about how she recently got dumped by her fiance who she has known for forty years. Then she tells me that she once got pregnant and was so stressed out from working two jobs to prepare for the baby's birth that she was born prematurely and died.
Okay, so picture me, sitting on a bench outside with the sun beating down on my Irish skin trying to console this woman who is spewing one life tragedy after another. Each thing I said to try to put a positive spin on things caused her to delve further into her history to combat the positive with a bad luck situation. I asked her if she kept the engagement ring - she had, and she told me that she has four of them now from previous men. I told her she should sell them and go to europe, find a nice european man and have a good time with him for a while. She said, "if I did that I'd probably come back with some disease" - thanks, that's an image I didn't need.
I felt bad for her though- I mean, try recovering from fifty-five years of bad luck.
Alas. She's a cool lady and I hope that things work out for her. I am, however, a little scared to go out and meet any other clients. But I can't decide if I am the worst sales manager ever or the best. Only time will tell.
Okay, so picture me, sitting on a bench outside with the sun beating down on my Irish skin trying to console this woman who is spewing one life tragedy after another. Each thing I said to try to put a positive spin on things caused her to delve further into her history to combat the positive with a bad luck situation. I asked her if she kept the engagement ring - she had, and she told me that she has four of them now from previous men. I told her she should sell them and go to europe, find a nice european man and have a good time with him for a while. She said, "if I did that I'd probably come back with some disease" - thanks, that's an image I didn't need.
I felt bad for her though- I mean, try recovering from fifty-five years of bad luck.
Alas. She's a cool lady and I hope that things work out for her. I am, however, a little scared to go out and meet any other clients. But I can't decide if I am the worst sales manager ever or the best. Only time will tell.
posted by curlyhairedmegan @ 10:50 AM
4 Comments:
At 7:24 AM ,
Anonymous said...
Who is ivana vestri???
I have 2 know...
vallachy@yahoo.com
At 8:01 AM ,
curlyhairedmegan said...
Why the urgent need to know about Ivana? Who are you and why do you care?
At 2:06 PM ,
Anonymous said...
She sounds hot...besides i have a thing 4 Italians???
At 12:16 PM ,
Anonymous said...
2 answer your 1st ?...I think I might know her.
Your 2nd...if she is the same girl I think she is unbelievable.
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