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I've got a problem. I'm only at my best when I'm hateful.
I just got back from a concert my wife and I sponsored to promote her
candle company (more of a hobby so far). I got to the door with free
incense samples I intended to pass out, and the door guy doesn't want to
let me in with them. I repeatedly showed him the name of the company on
the ticket - right under where it said "presented by" - and showed him
that the name matched the name on the business cards attached to the
incense, but he only repeated, "That's just a ticket. Everyone's got
one." No shit, you moron. Did everyone pay a thousand bucks to "present"
the show?
Finally got through the door with the samples and relaxed a bit. This
was a chance for me to not only let people smell the product and get
names for the mailing list, but to make an impression for the company. I
did my best to "work the room," only half-faking my cheerful attitude. I
did all right, but people were a bit cool to me. Some didn't even want
the free samples and several did not want to sign the mailing list.
I had to stop after passing out half of the samples because the first
band started. The band sucked (a string quartet dressed as mermaids and
pirates - no shit), the crowd sucked (meaning I'm probably out a good
portion of my $1k investment), and my mood began to sour. I started to
get more and more upset about the idiot at the door and couldn't wait to
pass out the rest of the samples and get the Hell out of there.
After the band had stopped, I went around the room again. This time my
cheerful attitude was ENTIRELY faked. At one point, seeing no new faces,
I reported to my wife that I had "sucked every d*** in the room." This
fake me was better, however. People were very receptive and asking
questions, and even large groups were taking the time to pass the list
around so that every person could "sign" it. One of the girls with whom
I spoke (and she was a serious sex-bomb) came behind me a few minutes
later, said she wanted to tip me, and stuffed a five dollar bill into my
back pocket - I swear it's true. My wife didn't like it, but denied
being jealous when her friends teased her about it.
So, once again, the nice, happy me loses out to the aggravated me. It
happens every time. I HATED waiting tables, but I made better tips than
anyone in the restaurant. I really believed in products I sold
door-to-door, but failed at selling them. I never thrive in environments
where I'm happy, but I can cajole and/or intimidate people I despise
into doing just about anything.
-Shay
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I find being an asshole also helps me get my point across. :)
I'm a nice guy though, my hate is fake. ;)
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OK, so how many other people thought this was going to be a question
about Unix process scheduling priorities?
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Invisible a écrit :
> OK, so how many other people thought this was going to be a question
> about Unix process scheduling priorities?
I plead guilty :-)
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Vincent
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Invisible wrote:
> OK, so how many other people thought this was going to be a question
> about Unix process scheduling priorities?
Guilty. :)
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Invisible escreveu:
> OK, so how many other people thought this was going to be a question
> about Unix process scheduling priorities?
I was tempted to answer just that! :D
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On Fri, 17 Apr 2009 09:10:47 +0100, Invisible <voi### [at] dev null> wrote:
>OK, so how many other people thought this was going to be a question
>about Unix process scheduling priorities?
Not me.
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Regards
Stephen
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On 17-4-2009 10:10, Invisible wrote:
> OK, so how many other people thought this was going to be a question
> about Unix process scheduling priorities?
Not guilty, I was thinking of the method used in Innsbruck for there
estimation of activation times of the heart. ;)
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On 17-4-2009 23:14, Shay wrote:
> I've got a problem. I'm only at my best when I'm hateful.
>
> I just got back from a concert my wife and I sponsored to promote her
> candle company (more of a hobby so far). I got to the door with free
> incense samples I intended to pass out, and the door guy doesn't want to
> let me in with them. I repeatedly showed him the name of the company on
> the ticket - right under where it said "presented by" - and showed him
> that the name matched the name on the business cards attached to the
> incense, but he only repeated, "That's just a ticket. Everyone's got
> one." No shit, you moron. Did everyone pay a thousand bucks to "present"
> the show?
>
> Finally got through the door with the samples and relaxed a bit. This
> was a chance for me to not only let people smell the product and get
> names for the mailing list, but to make an impression for the company. I
> did my best to "work the room," only half-faking my cheerful attitude. I
> did all right, but people were a bit cool to me. Some didn't even want
> the free samples and several did not want to sign the mailing list.
>
> I had to stop after passing out half of the samples because the first
> band started. The band sucked (a string quartet dressed as mermaids and
> pirates - no shit), the crowd sucked (meaning I'm probably out a good
> portion of my $1k investment), and my mood began to sour. I started to
> get more and more upset about the idiot at the door and couldn't wait to
> pass out the rest of the samples and get the Hell out of there.
>
> After the band had stopped, I went around the room again. This time my
> cheerful attitude was ENTIRELY faked. At one point, seeing no new faces,
> I reported to my wife that I had "sucked every d*** in the room." This
> fake me was better, however. People were very receptive and asking
> questions, and even large groups were taking the time to pass the list
> around so that every person could "sign" it. One of the girls with whom
> I spoke (and she was a serious sex-bomb) came behind me a few minutes
> later, said she wanted to tip me, and stuffed a five dollar bill into my
> back pocket - I swear it's true. My wife didn't like it, but denied
> being jealous when her friends teased her about it.
>
> So, once again, the nice, happy me loses out to the aggravated me. It
> happens every time. I HATED waiting tables, but I made better tips than
> anyone in the restaurant. I really believed in products I sold
> door-to-door, but failed at selling them. I never thrive in environments
> where I'm happy, but I can cajole and/or intimidate people I despise
> into doing just about anything.
>
> -Shay
Moral of this story: if you want to get anybodies attention, go to a
very bad party so you'll be the best entertainment of the evening.
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On Fri, 17 Apr 2009 09:10:47 +0100, Invisible wrote:
> OK, so how many other people thought this was going to be a question
> about Unix process scheduling priorities?
I'd have to say 'yes' to that. :-)
Jim
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