| 23 November, 2011 14:41
Derby Tickets out of the Gate
16" x 18" Gallery Wrapped Canvas
There are a few types of people that really get under my skin and one of those types I had the misfortune of dealing with yesterday. This particular individual was a professional in his chosen field. I am not going to say what field that was to protect myself.
Well I had a few questions to ask him in determining if I actually would hire him for his services. Well that went south real quick! Lets just say that this jerk would not let me finish a sentence without interrupting me. After about 2 min of dealing with this jerk on the phone I had made up my mind not to hire him for his services.
Now as we all know it is a competitive world out there and none of us need to run off customers especially when you have a potential customer contacting you. After the 2 min bell rung in my head I decided that ok I want to turn the tables and just mess with this guy.
He was so rude and arrogant that I just could not help myself but to get under his skin. I listened as he told me that he was the best at his field in this state. I let him continue to stroke his ego. He thought he was winning by talking over me and turning my questions into an interrogation. At this point about 3 min into the conversation now I am really just messing with the jerk.
I acted as if he was the only person who could be my savor then I began to beg him to help me with my problem. His price was crazy high for the service I was requesting, so I told him that I would offer him 25% of what he wanted. This is where it got fun. He began to tell me that if I wanted the best then I would have to pay for the best. So I told him that I was a poor artist. This sent him into even more of an ego trip. I listened to him go on about how successful he thinks he is and how I am not fortunate enough to afford his services.
When I got to the point I wanted to hang up which I almost did but then that would have taken the fun out of this game for me. I had to scream into the phone to tell him to shut the *&#$%^ up so I could say what I wanted to say. Guess what I said? Goodbye? Then I hung up the phone knowing that I had achieved victory.
Michael Lee
Oil Paintings, Mixed Media Paintings
Michael Lee A Day In The Life Of A Fine Artist
My plan is for this blog to let you the readers experience my life as it really is. I will admit I am living my dream but it is not always fun and games like some of my friends think it is. It is actually hard work being a fine artist, I paint everyday which means I have to come up with an idea to paint each day. Not as easy as it may sound. Art shows are fun but setting up in the heat, rain, and wind is not my idea of a good time. Sometimes the stars are aligned just right and I make some good money but that is certainly not the norm.
I do love this life and I would never trade it in to be in marketing and advertising ever again or any part of Corporate America for that matter. I like swimming and I love water but I do not like swimming with sharks and that is my opinion of Corporate America. I am an artist and I fit in much better with a group of artist then I do with a bunch of people who use others as ladder rungs as they try and climb to the top of the corporate world.
With that said please join me as I blog about my life as an artist, somedays will seem like I am living on a cloud other days I will tell the hard truth and dispel the myth that my live is just a fantasy as some of my friends think it is.
Manors
| 23 November, 2011 14:41
Derby Tickets out of the Gate
16" x 18" Gallery Wrapped Canvas
There are a few types of people that really get under my skin and one of those types I had the misfortune of dealing with yesterday. This particular individual was a professional in his chosen field. I am not going to say what field that was to protect myself.
Well I had a few questions to ask him in determining if I actually would hire him for his services. Well that went south real quick! Lets just say that this jerk would not let me finish a sentence without interrupting me. After about 2 min of dealing with this jerk on the phone I had made up my mind not to hire him for his services.
Now as we all know it is a competitive world out there and none of us need to run off customers especially when you have a potential customer contacting you. After the 2 min bell rung in my head I decided that ok I want to turn the tables and just mess with this guy.
He was so rude and arrogant that I just could not help myself but to get under his skin. I listened as he told me that he was the best at his field in this state. I let him continue to stroke his ego. He thought he was winning by talking over me and turning my questions into an interrogation. At this point about 3 min into the conversation now I am really just messing with the jerk.
I acted as if he was the only person who could be my savor then I began to beg him to help me with my problem. His price was crazy high for the service I was requesting, so I told him that I would offer him 25% of what he wanted. This is where it got fun. He began to tell me that if I wanted the best then I would have to pay for the best. So I told him that I was a poor artist. This sent him into even more of an ego trip. I listened to him go on about how successful he thinks he is and how I am not fortunate enough to afford his services.
When I got to the point I wanted to hang up which I almost did but then that would have taken the fun out of this game for me. I had to scream into the phone to tell him to shut the *&#$%^ up so I could say what I wanted to say. Guess what I said? Goodbye? Then I hung up the phone knowing that I had achieved victory.
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