The Heart of a Volunteer (is a crock of shite)
Oct. 19th, 2005 | 04:27 pm
mood: 
irritated
music: You’re Crazy - Guns N Roses
I’m feeling rather irritated today for some reason. Probably a little dejected. I met one of my first clients last night who I seriously regret selling to. I have no heart to sell her any more or for her to be my client. She’s absolutlely neurotic. She tells me to meet at 1820 and at at 1823 she goes berserk saying that she doesn’t even tolerate it when her boyfriend is late. “Fuck you,” I think. But I keep my cool and tell her “fine. this will only take 5 mins if you care to listen.” So there we were standing in front of the MRT station, and I just run through her policy and the fact that she could lose money. Before I end I say, “you know what? you tell me u waited for me because you’re my friend. That’s not fair, and I have to tell you that. All these years I’ve stood by you listening to you, (bailing you out of your shit, from all your sleazy ex’s, their jealous girlfriends who you won the former from, my so called friends you slept with, your shitty family, from your father to your slutty sisters). I’ve not cast a stone, I’ve not said a thing but to be there for you and now you do this. I can tell you this much, this product you bought is my pet product. I sell it and I sell it well, I train people how to sell it. So you want advice with regards to this product you ask me, but I think it’s best you find another agent, someone else who you can go berserk on.”
“OK. Fine. So?”
“So? so what do you want to do?”
“Just leave it lah.”
“Ok. but I’m telling you, you will lose money eventually.”
“OK why don’t we find somewhere to sit, since I’m here.”
I closed her for an increase in regular premiums and an extra investment element. She ordered 2 fucking glasses of wine and I’m sure she did it out of spite. $60 is what I paid for a change in policy details that’ll garner me $26.75 for the next year. Bitch.
Fuckup2: I can’t collect my iPod. C owes me money and he’s only paid me a fraction. My account has only a total of $54.00 and it’ll take another 2 days to transfer from the other one.
fuckup3: c and d are taking forever to hand me the replacement iPaq. I gave mine to C coz he was impatient for his own free iPaq. He said he give it to me in a week. That was a month ago. This week, I have to set aside time to pick it up or meet them in the middle to get it. This is after I go all the way to their place to fix their pc, take it home and back to them. This is after I fix all the machines and administer the network in the office. I live way out NW, they live at Bayshore. They can’t fucking come to my place? What the fuck is up with that? I’m not doing anymore favours for anyone and going out of my way for ungrateful people like that. Selfish, inconsiderate and penny pinching. Even tomorrow D says she has to drop it in my office. I am never making the effort to drive to East Coast to meet them.
C just tried to call. Twice. I’m not taking it.
Fuckup3: my appointments got postponed today. And I’m not in the mood to make phone calls anymore. I was supposed to go get a little sun before I head out to somewhere quiet to make calls. That didn’t happen. then Nano didn’t happen and tht stupid text conversation with D over my iPaq.
Fuck’em Volunteerism is dead.
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