- That’s great that you are a “Organizational Expert” and think we are doing such a poor job organizing this event. Sorry, Ma’am, but we are just salesmen, and are do not organize book signings for a living. We are just trying to help at the request of the celebrity’s handlers.
BTW, if you are an “Organizational Expert”, as you claim, then why does it look like you picked your clothes out in 15 seconds, your teeth are crooked, and your hair is out of place? I have no idea what an “Organizational Expert” is, but if you are so good at it, then when is YOUR book signing?
Thanks for your opinion. However, I’m going to trump your stupid opinion with concrete, solid, advice: GET A REAL JOB, you sanctimonious twat.
- No, sorry, one book per person, even for OTHER exhibitors at this trade show. See, you pain in the ass bitch, the books are being heavily discounted, with proceeds going to a charity, and for that reason, we want to make sure as many customers who PAID FOR A TICKET to this trade show get a book as possible.
As a fellow vendor, you should know better. I don’t care that you have been pestering me for books since 10 o’clock this morning, asking a million questions about the book signing, while we were running around like chickens with our heads cut off to make sure this event goes smoothly for our customers. And I do not give a rat’s ass that your booth is right next to mine. I never met you before, what, now we are best friends? Fuck you. One book per person.
BTW, here’s another clue. Yelling at me in line in front of those paying customers behind you because I won’t let you buy a second book isn’t going to change my mind either. Now, fuck off, and be happy I sold you the book that I did, and get it signed.
- The books go on sale at 5:45. It is now 4:15. You can wave your money in front of my face all you want, but I have been given EXPLICIT instructions to NOT sell one book until 5:45. The celebrity does not get here until 6 anyway. How does me selling you a book on the sly get it signed any faster?
Sir, I feel badly that you are handicapped and can’t stand in line for that long. Stop waving the fucking money in my fucking face, take your crippled fucking ass and have a seat over there in our booth, and I PROMISE you, you will get a book, and you will get put ahead in line when the time comes. You WILL get what you want.
Just stop asking me for favors just because you are disabled.
- What is our “plan” for all the large number of people waiting to get their book signed? Let’s check out that brilliant plan. It’s 4:00. The Celebrity gets here at 6:00. We sell books at 5:45. Guess what? That means the 30 or so people that are here already will WAIT in line until he gets here. That’s the plan. Now here’s YOUR plan, lady:
Get in line. It’s not hard, I am sure the nice people that have been here a half an hour already will be happy to show where the END of the line is. Now BEAT IT, and leave us alone.
- Yes, that’s a GREAT marketing idea. Put flowers and a sign with our company logo directly behind the celebrity so the company logo is shown in each photo taken. I understand that you are the world’s greatest marketing mind, as you have reminded me twice now that “It’s all about marketing.”
That explains why you write a shitty, free newspaper that nobody reads, and are not the Vice-President of Marketing for Apple Computers.
And I appreciate that even though you don’t work for either our company, or the celebrity, you have been kind enough to come over and offer this expert advice. So kind, as a matter of fact, that you have come over with your cheerful suggestions MULTIPLE TIMES this afternoon.
Here’s the problem, pal. The celebrity will be here in twenty minutes. We now have HUNDREDS of customers in line, and more arriving by the minute, many with questions, needing directions, and badgering us with special requests. We also have a cash box and boxes of books sitting over there that need to be watched. YOU, by coming over here three times in 15 minutes with your ideas, are NOT helping.
We fucked up and missed the boat on the fucking flowers and sign. This is the first meet and greet our company has ever done, and I have a suspicion this oversight will not start a downward spiral into bankruptcy for our company. Trust me, Mr. Madison Avenue, we will do better next time.
So, for now, take your fucking advice, get the FUCK out of the booth, and leave me the FUCK ALONE.
- Oh, gee I’m sorry you missed the celebrity, and that you paid for a ticket to this trade show SPECIFICALLY so you could have your 5 year old book by him signed, and your are a HUGE fan and demand we do something (and that you indeed, did NOT come here to take a look at our products).
Here’s the problem. We advertised he was going to be here at 6. By 7:20, everyone got an autograph, and left, happy (put THAT in your pipe and smoke it, Miss Organization!).
There were no more people. We did NOT advertise a stop time, so he left. Now, hundreds of people were here well ahead of 6 o’clock, which begs the question:
Being such a “BIG fan”, WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU???
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I want to conclude this rant by saying that 99% of the people that showed up were very, very cool. They were appreciative and patient, and just thrilled to have a chance to meet this celebrity. As a matter of fact, even though we ran out of books, a handful of the people actually donated to the charity anyway. These are all nice, wonderful people and this rant is not directed at them.
Sadly, the politeness of all these customers only accentuates the doucheiness of this handful of ignorant assholes, and so this rant is directed at a small group of supreme jerkoffs who think its more important to put their needs and wants above that of everyone else.
But thats OK, for these people, its all about THEM, isn’t it?