Rant

Dammitdammit some guy came into the show room while everyone else was in a meeting or on lunch and he started the sort of “I’m from the new neighbourhood beauty salon” spiel I had to fend off last week, and I cut him short so then he got all huffy and offended. I apologized and asked if he had any pamphlets to drop off and explained I was nervous because last time it was somebody trying to sell us gift certificates but we had to buy them NOW and he kept on being huffy and offended – basically pulling the business version of the “but I’m a nice guy” routine. Eventually he left but after wards I yelled at myself and hit myself in the head, feeling stupid and unprofessional.

ETA -- Feeling slightly better now that I’ve managed to politely (though dishonestly – I agreed to take one of their business cards and pass it on to my boss, which I likely won’t do) extract myself from a conversation with the people trying to get their hands on a copy of our customer list so they can call them up and try to rent them showroom space.