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People really do call us for everything. Forget Google, forget the library; the weekly hometown newspaper must know all. Today, a man called asking if he should be worried because there was a hawk nesting in his yard. I asked him if he had any small animals, and he said no, so I told him to enjoy it. It's a cool bird.

Another guy called today asking how he could place an ad in a network without going through me so he didn't have to pay the commission. I said that I am a salesperson, on commission, and he's asking me to tell him how to do something that would make me money. "Am I saying that?" he asked. "Yes," I replied. D'oh.

It's a good thing there were cookies.

lizziebelle: (Default)

People really do call us for everything. Forget Google, forget the library; the weekly hometown newspaper must know all. Today, a man called asking if he should be worried because there was a hawk nesting in his yard. I asked him if he had any small animals, and he said no, so I told him to enjoy it. It's a cool bird.

Another guy called today asking how he could place an ad in a network without going through me so he didn't have to pay the commission. I said that I am a salesperson, on commission, and he's asking me to tell him how to do something that would make me money. "Am I saying that?" he asked. "Yes," I replied. D'oh.

It's a good thing there were cookies.

swan song

Dec. 4th, 2009 03:16 pm
lizziebelle: (eye)
Remember that swan down at Heritage Park? I paid him a visit today on my lunch break, and decided to try and take a video of him. Being the prissy bird that he is, of course he obliged. He swam up to me, then climbed out of the water and started following me. You'll hear my giggles as he does this. *g*



I also took a few pictures, which I'll post later, or perhaps on my photo blog. It wasn't quite as warm today, but it's sunny and nice, and definitely still un-December-like.

I will be very glad when this day is over. Our least-favorite customer (and believe me, there are a lot of contenders for that title) came in today and had a hissy fit because he's in a feud with another of our customers, and we're caught in the middle. Each accuses the other of copying their ad, but at least the other one only calls. This one comes in and gets louder and louder as he argues the same point over and over. In my experience, this is usually a sure sign that they're in the wrong: the louder they are, the wronger they tend to be. I wish they would both just go away.

At least I had some dark chocolate M&Ms to soothe the frazzled nerves. Nom.

swan song

Dec. 4th, 2009 03:16 pm
lizziebelle: (eye)
Remember that swan down at Heritage Park? I paid him a visit today on my lunch break, and decided to try and take a video of him. Being the prissy bird that he is, of course he obliged. He swam up to me, then climbed out of the water and started following me. You'll hear my giggles as he does this. *g*



I also took a few pictures, which I'll post later, or perhaps on my photo blog. It wasn't quite as warm today, but it's sunny and nice, and definitely still un-December-like.

I will be very glad when this day is over. Our least-favorite customer (and believe me, there are a lot of contenders for that title) came in today and had a hissy fit because he's in a feud with another of our customers, and we're caught in the middle. Each accuses the other of copying their ad, but at least the other one only calls. This one comes in and gets louder and louder as he argues the same point over and over. In my experience, this is usually a sure sign that they're in the wrong: the louder they are, the wronger they tend to be. I wish they would both just go away.

At least I had some dark chocolate M&Ms to soothe the frazzled nerves. Nom.
lizziebelle: (because I'm bad)
I had a potential customer call today, asking about advertising. It was a frustrating conversation, because she was as dense as they come. She didn't know what a classified ad is. Had no idea. She had our paper in front of her, and just had no clue. *smacks forehead* How can someone who reads a newspaper have no idea what a classified ad is? I've had several people over the years say that they didn't know what a classified was. I'm just stumped. I thought that was something that everybody knew. Am I wrong?

Oh, and guess what she wants to advertise? She's a psychic. I kid you not. You just can't make this stuff up. Well, you can, but nobody would believe it.
lizziebelle: (because I'm bad)
I had a potential customer call today, asking about advertising. It was a frustrating conversation, because she was as dense as they come. She didn't know what a classified ad is. Had no idea. She had our paper in front of her, and just had no clue. *smacks forehead* How can someone who reads a newspaper have no idea what a classified ad is? I've had several people over the years say that they didn't know what a classified was. I'm just stumped. I thought that was something that everybody knew. Am I wrong?

Oh, and guess what she wants to advertise? She's a psychic. I kid you not. You just can't make this stuff up. Well, you can, but nobody would believe it.
lizziebelle: (witchy)
I had a customer yell at me this morning over .9". Point. Nine. Inches. Said we were practicing deceptive advertising because our one-coumn ads are 1.929" across while the columns are 2". Insisted on this even after my boss explained to him that they have to leave a little room so that the ads don't run into each other. Said he was going to call his credit card company and dispute the charges because he wasn't getting what he paid for. This is a doctor who is advertising for fibromyalgia patients. Oy! He also gave our credit manager a hard time, as I recall. He said he will run this ad but never again, and I said thank god, I mean that's your prerogative. (why does slash not work today? grr!)

I needed a drink after that one! Had to settle for soda.

Coming back from lunch, there was an SUV (or maybe minivan) parked out back with license plates that said I*MBALM and a plate holder that said, "My other car is a hearse." I don't even know what to say about that. o_O

It's frakking freezing in here because somehow the heat got messed up and is blowing cold air instead of warm. It was 60 degrees when I got here this morning, and not a whole lot warmer than that now. I should've worn socks.

I'm really glad this is a three-day weekend ahead. I'll need that extra day to recover!
lizziebelle: (witchy)
I had a customer yell at me this morning over .9". Point. Nine. Inches. Said we were practicing deceptive advertising because our one-coumn ads are 1.929" across while the columns are 2". Insisted on this even after my boss explained to him that they have to leave a little room so that the ads don't run into each other. Said he was going to call his credit card company and dispute the charges because he wasn't getting what he paid for. This is a doctor who is advertising for fibromyalgia patients. Oy! He also gave our credit manager a hard time, as I recall. He said he will run this ad but never again, and I said thank god, I mean that's your prerogative. (why does slash not work today? grr!)

I needed a drink after that one! Had to settle for soda.

Coming back from lunch, there was an SUV (or maybe minivan) parked out back with license plates that said I*MBALM and a plate holder that said, "My other car is a hearse." I don't even know what to say about that. o_O

It's frakking freezing in here because somehow the heat got messed up and is blowing cold air instead of warm. It was 60 degrees when I got here this morning, and not a whole lot warmer than that now. I should've worn socks.

I'm really glad this is a three-day weekend ahead. I'll need that extra day to recover!
lizziebelle: (Battle ax)
I am shocked and appalled (appalled, I tell you!) at how many people give me their credit card numbers over a cell phone while they're driving. That's bad on two counts! And they're admitting to it!

Yeesh.
lizziebelle: (Battle ax)
I am shocked and appalled (appalled, I tell you!) at how many people give me their credit card numbers over a cell phone while they're driving. That's bad on two counts! And they're admitting to it!

Yeesh.
lizziebelle: (book)
Busybusy this morning! Unfortunately, that put me way behind (not to mention the fact that I worked two fewer days this week), so I didn't finish typing in ads until way after 12:30. Usually, I'm done by quarter after, and I'm waiting for Kim to finish up. She beat me for once!

Of course, it was those darn network ads, which are the bane of my existence. I hate them with every fiber of my being.

It was also the picky customer who thinks he's a designer (they all do, really), and wanted nearly impossible things from a 2" square ad. But! Leo pulled through, and they were happy. I owe that man cookies.

I've had more than my share of difficult customers this week, which is doubly remarkable due to the shortness of said week. Mercury retrograde, much? Sheesh. Alas, the weekend is nearly here, and they will have to vent their ire on someone else for a couple of days. Such a pity. :P

I don't remember if I mentioned this before, but I'm in the midst of reading Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. Another one of those books you'd think I'd have read years ago, but never actually got around to. They had it at the library, there was a long waiting list for the new Stephanie Plum, and so I checked it out. It's quite different from what I expected, and also quite different from any film adaptation that I've seen, even the ones purported to be faithful to the book. I have to admit, though, that as I was reading the section with the old man and the violin, my mind went directly to Mel Brooks' Young Frankenstein. *g*

I got to squee over last night's episode of Lost with the assistant editor today, who is the only other person here who watches it, as far as I know. I miss having people to squee over shows with; I know there are tons of online outlets, but it's not the same as face-to-face squeeage. I just don't watch the same shows as most of my coworkers.

It looks like it's going to be a rainy weekend, which makes me not feel so bad that I couldn't swing the SEF retreat up in Deerfield. Part of the appeal for me is being able to amble about in the woods, which isn't as much fun in the rain. I hope those of you who do go, though, have a lovely time. Think of me, and remember me to the trees. :)

Have a lovely weekend, all!
lizziebelle: (book)
Busybusy this morning! Unfortunately, that put me way behind (not to mention the fact that I worked two fewer days this week), so I didn't finish typing in ads until way after 12:30. Usually, I'm done by quarter after, and I'm waiting for Kim to finish up. She beat me for once!

Of course, it was those darn network ads, which are the bane of my existence. I hate them with every fiber of my being.

It was also the picky customer who thinks he's a designer (they all do, really), and wanted nearly impossible things from a 2" square ad. But! Leo pulled through, and they were happy. I owe that man cookies.

I've had more than my share of difficult customers this week, which is doubly remarkable due to the shortness of said week. Mercury retrograde, much? Sheesh. Alas, the weekend is nearly here, and they will have to vent their ire on someone else for a couple of days. Such a pity. :P

I don't remember if I mentioned this before, but I'm in the midst of reading Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. Another one of those books you'd think I'd have read years ago, but never actually got around to. They had it at the library, there was a long waiting list for the new Stephanie Plum, and so I checked it out. It's quite different from what I expected, and also quite different from any film adaptation that I've seen, even the ones purported to be faithful to the book. I have to admit, though, that as I was reading the section with the old man and the violin, my mind went directly to Mel Brooks' Young Frankenstein. *g*

I got to squee over last night's episode of Lost with the assistant editor today, who is the only other person here who watches it, as far as I know. I miss having people to squee over shows with; I know there are tons of online outlets, but it's not the same as face-to-face squeeage. I just don't watch the same shows as most of my coworkers.

It looks like it's going to be a rainy weekend, which makes me not feel so bad that I couldn't swing the SEF retreat up in Deerfield. Part of the appeal for me is being able to amble about in the woods, which isn't as much fun in the rain. I hope those of you who do go, though, have a lovely time. Think of me, and remember me to the trees. :)

Have a lovely weekend, all!
lizziebelle: (because I'm bad)
Some of my customers are such size queens. They call or come in and say that they want their ad to be bigger, or as big as that guy's ad, or something along those lines. It's quite comical. Then there's the guy whose ad is really small, plain & simple, and he says he gets lots of calls. *g*

It's so nice out today! I have the windows open. Thank goodness for windows that open! The art room can't open theirs, but they have the door open. Fresh air feels so good. I have them open at home, too, and it's nice to hear the birds first thing in the morning. It's also nice to get the stale air out of there. It smells like spring. :)

This has been a very long day... Kim is out today, so I'm alone for the second day in a row. Occasionally, someone walks through and talks to me for a bit. Breaks up the monotony. One of the reporters told me that her ambition is to write for Playboy. I'm guessing that she's one of the people who reads that for the articles. *g*
lizziebelle: (because I'm bad)
Some of my customers are such size queens. They call or come in and say that they want their ad to be bigger, or as big as that guy's ad, or something along those lines. It's quite comical. Then there's the guy whose ad is really small, plain & simple, and he says he gets lots of calls. *g*

It's so nice out today! I have the windows open. Thank goodness for windows that open! The art room can't open theirs, but they have the door open. Fresh air feels so good. I have them open at home, too, and it's nice to hear the birds first thing in the morning. It's also nice to get the stale air out of there. It smells like spring. :)

This has been a very long day... Kim is out today, so I'm alone for the second day in a row. Occasionally, someone walks through and talks to me for a bit. Breaks up the monotony. One of the reporters told me that her ambition is to write for Playboy. I'm guessing that she's one of the people who reads that for the articles. *g*
lizziebelle: (Battle ax)
I've had more than my share of idiots on the phone this week (and it's only Wednesday, gods help me). Today, I had one call me just before I went to lunch, and as [livejournal.com profile] justjanus can attest, I am not at my best when I'm hungry.

The scene: customer calls up, wanting to place a For Rent ad.

Me: trying to determine where he lives so I can figure out who his rep should be. Territories are by zone, and the best way to figure it out is by zip code.

ME: What is your zip code?

HIM: Where the rental is?

ME: No, where you are.

HIM: Well, I just moved.

ME: What is the zip code where you live?

HIM: The rental property is in Indian Orchard.

ME: That doesn't matter. I need to know where you live so I can send you to the correct person.

HIM: I'm in Springfield.

ME: *headdesk* What zip code?

HIM: Um, 01129.

ME: OK, that would be Kim. *hits transfer button* *hangs up* I'm going to lunch. Now.


Really, how hard is it to answer a simple question?
lizziebelle: (Battle ax)
I've had more than my share of idiots on the phone this week (and it's only Wednesday, gods help me). Today, I had one call me just before I went to lunch, and as [livejournal.com profile] justjanus can attest, I am not at my best when I'm hungry.

The scene: customer calls up, wanting to place a For Rent ad.

Me: trying to determine where he lives so I can figure out who his rep should be. Territories are by zone, and the best way to figure it out is by zip code.

ME: What is your zip code?

HIM: Where the rental is?

ME: No, where you are.

HIM: Well, I just moved.

ME: What is the zip code where you live?

HIM: The rental property is in Indian Orchard.

ME: That doesn't matter. I need to know where you live so I can send you to the correct person.

HIM: I'm in Springfield.

ME: *headdesk* What zip code?

HIM: Um, 01129.

ME: OK, that would be Kim. *hits transfer button* *hangs up* I'm going to lunch. Now.


Really, how hard is it to answer a simple question?
lizziebelle: (Default)
I exercised my rights this morning and went to vote in the primary. After much consideration, I finally decided on Obama; even though I think Hillary is just as good a choice, I think she's too divisive. I think Obama has a better chance of winning. I kind of hope that, if he wins the nomination, he picks her as his running mate (and vice-versa). Either way, how amazing is it that my top two choices are a woman and an African-American? Even though there are plenty of people in this country who will vote against either of them *because* of that fact, I think the number who would vote *for* them for the same reason probably balances out. I hope. Call me Pollyanna. *g*

It was drilled into me by my father that it was not only my right, but my duty to vote, and I take that very seriously. It only works if we participate. People who don't vote don't have the right to complain, in my opinion. When contacting your representative, it tends to have more punch if you're a voter.

*****

I took an ad for a local Temple that made me smile. They're having an open house and special Shabbat services to attract new members, and this is the headline of the ad:
Joining a Synagogue is like getting married. So maybe you should go on a couple of dates first.

:)
lizziebelle: (Default)
I exercised my rights this morning and went to vote in the primary. After much consideration, I finally decided on Obama; even though I think Hillary is just as good a choice, I think she's too divisive. I think Obama has a better chance of winning. I kind of hope that, if he wins the nomination, he picks her as his running mate (and vice-versa). Either way, how amazing is it that my top two choices are a woman and an African-American? Even though there are plenty of people in this country who will vote against either of them *because* of that fact, I think the number who would vote *for* them for the same reason probably balances out. I hope. Call me Pollyanna. *g*

It was drilled into me by my father that it was not only my right, but my duty to vote, and I take that very seriously. It only works if we participate. People who don't vote don't have the right to complain, in my opinion. When contacting your representative, it tends to have more punch if you're a voter.

*****

I took an ad for a local Temple that made me smile. They're having an open house and special Shabbat services to attract new members, and this is the headline of the ad:
Joining a Synagogue is like getting married. So maybe you should go on a couple of dates first.

:)
lizziebelle: (fabulous)
It's been a weird day, did I mention that? I've had two customers flirt with me over the phone (one invited me to a Halloween party -his name is Rafael, I was tempted- and the other threatened promised to bring me flowers). I think the weather is making them crazy. Oh, and as [livejournal.com profile] anghara brought up, it's Mercury retrograde. *sigh* It hasn't helped that I'm still running on a sleep deficit. Even witnessing an accident didn't faze me.

They had to turn on the heat because it's been pretty chilly in the mornings, but it's gorgeous now so we have the windows open. Fresh air is so nice. I ate my lunch outside, finishing the new Stephanie Plum book. Love her. Literary popcorn. I don't even care if it's the same thing every time, they're just fun.

One unforeseen advantage to being the first phone to ring when people call the paper is that I get to the customers first. If they're new, they're mine. Bwahahahaha! Sure, I'm taking a lot of tag sale ads, but those $16 babies can add up. *g*

ETA Here's a fun little article about an Elvis-impersonating priest.
lizziebelle: (fabulous)
It's been a weird day, did I mention that? I've had two customers flirt with me over the phone (one invited me to a Halloween party -his name is Rafael, I was tempted- and the other threatened promised to bring me flowers). I think the weather is making them crazy. Oh, and as [livejournal.com profile] anghara brought up, it's Mercury retrograde. *sigh* It hasn't helped that I'm still running on a sleep deficit. Even witnessing an accident didn't faze me.

They had to turn on the heat because it's been pretty chilly in the mornings, but it's gorgeous now so we have the windows open. Fresh air is so nice. I ate my lunch outside, finishing the new Stephanie Plum book. Love her. Literary popcorn. I don't even care if it's the same thing every time, they're just fun.

One unforeseen advantage to being the first phone to ring when people call the paper is that I get to the customers first. If they're new, they're mine. Bwahahahaha! Sure, I'm taking a lot of tag sale ads, but those $16 babies can add up. *g*

ETA Here's a fun little article about an Elvis-impersonating priest.

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