Good morning folks! I have a bit of a "vent" I need to express. If you get suckered-in to having someone come to your house and share"an exciting opportunity" with you, please DO NOT send them my way. Today I received a call at 8:00 am from a very pleasant young man named J:
Me: (inner monologue) hmmm, doesn't ring any bells. Mind you, he has woken me up from a dead sleep.
J: Have K and R had a chance to let you know I'd be calling?
Me: (inner monologue) uh oh. "Umm, no they haven't."
J: <chuckles> Oh, I guess I beat them to it. I'd like to speak with you about a project I'm working on.
Now, at this point I'm still not fully awake and since he mentioned being a student I'm thinking "whats he selling? Magazines? Newspapers? Is this a survey? and then a little light of recognition begins to glow somewhere in my brain and an image of a text on my iPhone appears. It's from the afore mentioned "K" regarding a nice kid who would be calling, etc. and then the name "Cutco" appeared in my head. Cutco kitchen knives. And so began the dance of trying to gently tell this nice young man I'm not interested, I don't want you at my house, and never call here again while he assures me he only needs 30 minutes of my time, etc. etc. Of course every fiber of my being just wants to say, "sure, come on over tomorrow!" in order not to hurt the kid's feelings, but then I envision the look on C's (my husband) face irritated as all hell and saying "are your friggin' kidding me? So I stuck to my guns and refused to set up an appointment to hear about knives that I don't need. During this conversation, C has walked out of the bathroom and is trying to figure out who I'm on the phone with. When I told him, I still got "the face" with a "seriously? And he calls you at 8:00 am?"
Ugh.
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