Posted by AngelinaAZ on 6/21/05 3:37am
Msg #46401
Poacher Update
I took Cindy, the in house closer to lunch. It was great. I didn’t whine and complain to her at all about what had happened… I don’t think she even has a clue as to what’s been going on. I was sweet, friendly and professional and we had a great time. Lunch ended with her asking me to take over an additional five days/month for her. She is getting older. I told her how busy I was and tossed out the idea of a contract. She jumped on it and is going to sit down with the bigwig tomorrow to work something out.
As for the receptionist…
I considered many options on this one… and in the end I decided to keep my friends close and my enemies closer. So here is what I did. Her husband LOVES Nascar. She has pictures of him on her desk all decked out in fan gear at the races and… it just so happens that I have season tickets and pit passes for the Phoenix raceway. Nobody in the office knows this…
I was leaving the office after dropping off Cindy and stopped to make a phone call near her desk. I was digging in my purse for something and OOPS, out falls the race/pit passes that I have for the NASCAR Busch Phoenix 200. ‘Little miss nosy’ leans over her desk as I am picking them up ( I set them aside, right on the edge of her desk as I continue to look for something in my purse and finish my quick phone call.) She says, 'Are those NASCAR tickets?'. I nod and smile distractedly and finish my call. When I am done, I start to put the tickets in my purse and she grabs one and looks at it. ‘These are passes? Where did you get these?’ she says. ‘I’ve had them forever… my family is into racing.’ She hands the pass back to me and says… ‘You know my husband is really into racing.’ I pick up the picture she is pointing to and say… ‘Oh my gosh… look at him… he is such a fan. How cute is that?’ Pause and smile…’You guys should come with us some time…we have two extra seats in the box.’. She leaves no room for interpretation. Gushing… ‘Oh my Gosh that is so awesome. My husband would just die… he would just die!!! When, when… when can we go?’ I say, ‘You should come with us to the Busch 200, he would love it.’ She is freaking out now already dialing her husband on the phone. I tell her I have to go but to call me and I’ll give her the details.
Before I am two blocks down the road her husband is calling to see if I am serious.
The great thing about this is that the race I referred is a big one and it is not for a few months. This leaves plenty of time to make sure this problem gets resolved with her on her best behavior.
It may not be the traditional way to handle it… but I left feeling like the cat that ate the canary. I always keep my word, so if I don’t get the contract and I still have to invite her and her husband… I think I’ll give Artie my other passes for the afternoon. One way or another… what comes around goes around.
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