ronin
Thinks s/he gets paid by the post
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Got a teacher, new to our office complex this year, who has in the past doled out literature, business cards, etc. to the staff for her side business: financial services. I have been content to transfer said material directly to the round file without comment, although I think it is unprofessional (try to keep my yap shut and do my job).
Today she comes in with a brochure for me, glossy financial "newsletter" piece o'crap with her mug in the upper corner and financial analyst underneath. One article on SWR actually shows a picture of 2 old farts with drinks in their hands grinning on top of the graph line out 25 years at 5%. The 7% line zeros out underneath them; all it's missing is a bag lady spooning out the dog food.
Now the thing is, this lady is dumber than dirt. When she opens her mouth, she is guaranteed to embarrass herself (not to mention the tonal quality is fingernails on chalkboard). So I do a little digging, look at her web site, follow the link to the mother-ship, some company franchising out this home business selling insurance products to suckers friends, relatives and apparently co-workers, and now my steam is starting to rise. So rather than go next door and give her the beat down that would do the world a favor, I thought I'd open the bleed valve here instead.
As much as I value avoidance and procrastination, one of these days I'll have to ask her to cease and desist with the soft sell, in the kindly, professional manner that I use with pests and idiots. Maybe I'll show her a graph of the likelihood that she'll ever sell to me, complete with snowballs melting in hell and me with a devilish grin.
Today she comes in with a brochure for me, glossy financial "newsletter" piece o'crap with her mug in the upper corner and financial analyst underneath. One article on SWR actually shows a picture of 2 old farts with drinks in their hands grinning on top of the graph line out 25 years at 5%. The 7% line zeros out underneath them; all it's missing is a bag lady spooning out the dog food.
Now the thing is, this lady is dumber than dirt. When she opens her mouth, she is guaranteed to embarrass herself (not to mention the tonal quality is fingernails on chalkboard). So I do a little digging, look at her web site, follow the link to the mother-ship, some company franchising out this home business selling insurance products to suckers friends, relatives and apparently co-workers, and now my steam is starting to rise. So rather than go next door and give her the beat down that would do the world a favor, I thought I'd open the bleed valve here instead.
As much as I value avoidance and procrastination, one of these days I'll have to ask her to cease and desist with the soft sell, in the kindly, professional manner that I use with pests and idiots. Maybe I'll show her a graph of the likelihood that she'll ever sell to me, complete with snowballs melting in hell and me with a devilish grin.