Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Hey lady at the restaurant tonight: how do you know I am not Michael Jordan?

Today I had a visitor at work. It wasnt scheduled. She did not previously plan the meeting with me, she just did the whole, " I was in the neighborhood " routine. It goes like this: "Hi I am So and so with such and such, and I was in the neighborhood, and now I am at the front desk, do you have some time? "
Truthfully, I had a tight schedule, didnt know this person at all, but really, at the end of the day, if you cant make 15 minutes for a sales person to do their sales pitch, then you probably never tried to sell something yourself. If you just completely blow them off out of some sense of what should be done, then you may be a compassionless dickhead, which is not part of my self image.
I am a single guy, I am constantly selling myself. I let her in. Plus, I always feel like if you dont give someone that is out there selling and hustling a chance, and just shut them out, that maybe thats alot like being a basketball coach, and some kid cold calls you to show you his hoops game and you dont give him a chance at all. Just watch the kid work out. He will probably suck, but maybe it will turn out that he is a young Michael Jordan.
The vendor she represented already does work for the company, and its not like she didnt know that, she just heard I was the new guy and wanted me to put a face with her so if I ever fired the firm she was with, It would be harder for me and more personal. It was very savvy on her part. So that was part of my day at work.
Then, tonight for dinner I went up to the restaurant that I tend to have 4/7ths of my dinners at, I saw a woman that I had seen in there before and I tried the whole " hey I was in the bar and now I am standing right by you, and do you have some time so I could show you my jump shot? routine.
She evidently didnt sell stuff for a living and I dont think she ever coached basketball. She probably would have cut Michael Jordan if she was a basketball coach.
So there it is She is clearly one of the missed jumpshots that I took , however that is a good thing as you cant make them all, and the odds are ultimately in my favor. even Michael Jordan misses shots sometimes. That woman makes me associate myself with one of the greatest Basketball players of all time. Thank you random beautiful mig fighter pilot of a woman. Its Like Nietsche says. You make me stronger you long legged russian fighter pilot that doesn't appreciate Basketball.


Compulsively Yours...for now said...

I am a single guy, I am constantly selling myself.

so how much you asking, how long do I get and if not 100% satisfied can I get a refund. not that I am not counting on being satisfied, I am however a woman and I do enjoy complaining every chance I get.

Brian in Mpls said...

Nice shot have to take the shot

Native Minnow said...

You know what they say, you miss 100% of the shots you don't take. I should know. From personal experience.

And believe CYFN when she says she enjoys complaining. I can attest to that ;-)

Bill From Gainesville said...

CYFN - If I met you in person I would totally try to show you my jump shot and hope you would make an offer.
Brian, what you say is the truth and the way, and how it is. They are words I not only understand but live by. I should write some about my few successes that I occassionally have but it just doesnt seem gentlemenly. Writing about the failures are easier
Minnow -- or should I call you Dr. Minnow, you sir are also correct about the percentages being zero when you dont take the shot. and CYFN is also a beautiful Mig fighter pilot type of woman, I am sure. Relationships are hard things, I know, because I also had a beautiful wife and I thought she was flying F-16s with me and just like you and CYFN, we also brought lawyers in at the end to evaluate the aftermath of our dogfights. Turns out she ended up being the ACE. Stupid mig fighters.

Michele-a-licious said...
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quin browne said...

i know saying her loss may not be a great consolation.


her loss.