Gimpy

About a month to six weeks ago, Kelsey and I received an appointment request from a print rep. This is pretty normal and usually we'll entertain them enough to listen for 10 minutes, roll our eyes and unanamiously agree that we're quite content with the service we have with the current companies we work with... Well, then Gimpy came along (Gimpy ironically is a word quite close to his last name leading Kelsey in her brilliance to give him this nickname.)

On our first meeting, her ironically showed up at the same time as vendor that we've worked with in the past who had to drop some samples off and I had to sort-of shuffle the two around which was in itself awkward. Then Gimpy gave us his boring schpeel and we would have thought went on his merry way... not so much.

Gimpy came back a week later, but now he was with a brand new printing company and his old shop was, well, less than average suddenly. So now we are being told why Shop A sucks and Shop B offers so much... when a week ago, Shop A could take care of all of our needs (really they couldn't- they were average at best)... right, and we should use Shop B because we're such great, old pals with Gimpy after our last meeting... right.

About a week ago Gimpy comes storming in our office with cookies. Brilliant. I like cookies. I don't like Gimpy but I like cookies. So thanks Gimpy. Still not sending you any printing jobs in the near future. But come back anytime with cookies. The best part of the event, he comes storming into the office past Deb who sits near the door and says he is "here to see Laura and Kelsey" like we're old pals. Right, we've met twice and you've given us two very different stories. Kelsey was so annoyed when she heard his voice she hovered in her cube and left me hanging to talk to our buddy. (I don't blame her, I would have done the same.) After that effort, I joked that I'd like a man to work as hard for my attention as Gimpy works for my printing business to which Kelsey said I'd have been married and divorced five times by now if that was the case! (Toochee).

Now, alright, good for you Gimpy. You've done a good job as an aggressive sales rep willing to try to tackle new business (but not tactfully, maybe next time you're looking for new business, decide which company you're representing before selling and bashing a company within a weeks time.) But today was the icing on the Gimpy cookie. Today we got an automated "I'll be out of the office for the next week" that Gimpy sent to his master sales list. So, for all our NON EXISTENT printing needs with him, Gimpy won't be available. Shoot. Darn. That, Mr. Gimpy, is why you can send me all the frosted cookies in the world but you will never see a dime of my money. I don't give a %&$*# about your product and don't assume I do.

Let this be a lesson to all you sales people out there.

P.S. Sorry for the rant.