Salesmanship
Nov. 10th, 2005 07:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
livingdebToday my credit card company called me, I assume because I haven't activated my new card. (I got one where you get 1% back, except for purchases from grocery stores, drug stores, and gas stations, from which you get 5% back).
First he asked if I'd like him to activate it. Sure.
Then he told me about my limits and interest rate. Then he tried to talk me into balance insurance or whatever. I said I never carry a balance, at least not for long.
Then he went on anyway to talk about what a great deal it was and how tickled he was with it. So I said it sounds like it might be good for people who have to live paycheck to paycheck, but I am lucky enough not have to do that anymore. So whenever I'm in trouble, I just use money from my savings account.
He said something like it must be nice to be loaded (though not quite as crass). I said I wouldn't go that far. If you just siphon off a little money every paycheck into savings, eventually it adds up.
He said he's one of those people who live paycheck to paycheck, but he's only twenty-four and living it up. I said that when I was twenty-four, I was still paying off my student loans, but now I'm forty-two, so I've had plenty of time to save up. I also explained how savings accounts can be used for all kinds of emergencies, not just the kinds you can get insurance for.
By the end he said he really liked my idea and was going to steal it.
That was fun. Though sad.
Overheard in a hallway at work: "It may work wrong, and it may be bad, but it works!" I wanted to grab the person and say, "No it doesn't! Whatever you're talking about is garbage and needs to be replaced."
I will edit this later if I have a nanowrimo update. But I'm going to dance class and then I'm supposed to meet my dad. I did think of at least one trait for each of my game players--this may turn out to be an excellent way to introduce new characters, and I could probably use some. I also drew cards to figure out who will be the murderer and the detective for each game, though that's subject to change, of course.
Nanowrimo Update
No meeting with Dad after all. I stayed up a bit too late and shot most of my wad, but I wrote 1278 words in 1 hour 28 minutes. This does mean I am still caught up and am 1/3 of the way done. No excerpt, though. The funnier bits don't make much sense when you don't know the rules of the game, and those who do know the rules have already lived through virtually every funny bit. Except the part where in one round I showed that someone was being murdered by having the murderer notice what kind of clothing that person was wearing about his neck. Once the murderer realizes you're wearing a turtle neck sweater, it's too late for you.
First he asked if I'd like him to activate it. Sure.
Then he told me about my limits and interest rate. Then he tried to talk me into balance insurance or whatever. I said I never carry a balance, at least not for long.
Then he went on anyway to talk about what a great deal it was and how tickled he was with it. So I said it sounds like it might be good for people who have to live paycheck to paycheck, but I am lucky enough not have to do that anymore. So whenever I'm in trouble, I just use money from my savings account.
He said something like it must be nice to be loaded (though not quite as crass). I said I wouldn't go that far. If you just siphon off a little money every paycheck into savings, eventually it adds up.
He said he's one of those people who live paycheck to paycheck, but he's only twenty-four and living it up. I said that when I was twenty-four, I was still paying off my student loans, but now I'm forty-two, so I've had plenty of time to save up. I also explained how savings accounts can be used for all kinds of emergencies, not just the kinds you can get insurance for.
By the end he said he really liked my idea and was going to steal it.
That was fun. Though sad.
Overheard in a hallway at work: "It may work wrong, and it may be bad, but it works!" I wanted to grab the person and say, "No it doesn't! Whatever you're talking about is garbage and needs to be replaced."
I will edit this later if I have a nanowrimo update. But I'm going to dance class and then I'm supposed to meet my dad. I did think of at least one trait for each of my game players--this may turn out to be an excellent way to introduce new characters, and I could probably use some. I also drew cards to figure out who will be the murderer and the detective for each game, though that's subject to change, of course.
Nanowrimo Update
No meeting with Dad after all. I stayed up a bit too late and shot most of my wad, but I wrote 1278 words in 1 hour 28 minutes. This does mean I am still caught up and am 1/3 of the way done. No excerpt, though. The funnier bits don't make much sense when you don't know the rules of the game, and those who do know the rules have already lived through virtually every funny bit. Except the part where in one round I showed that someone was being murdered by having the murderer notice what kind of clothing that person was wearing about his neck. Once the murderer realizes you're wearing a turtle neck sweater, it's too late for you.