Yesterday the phones at work were going berserk, I usually don't answer the phone because my boss thinks I sound like a little girl. I do. Not breathless and whispery like Marilyn or squeaky like Betty Boop (does she even talk? If she did it would be squeaky) but more Shirley Temple-ish I guess, firm but little girl all the same. I couldn't watch the lines light up without doing anything so I picked up line 1.
"is this Miss B. (insert my real name here)? This is Debbie we met a few years back and you said that you could create a custom parfum for our store."
Silence. Whatthaheck? Who would call me at my j-o-b? How did they get this number? Is this even for real?
"Uhm, yes that's me, depending on the parameters of the project I can still do that. What's your budget?"
"I don't know, I thought I would call and see if you still did it and get a quote. I don't know why your fragrance didn't sell in our stores it was great but Brand X and Brand Y do really well for us and I want something that will sit along side these two brands".
Okay, stick a salty needle in an open wound why don't you? I have NO idea why my fragrance doesn't sell at these trendy stores. Why don't you ask Brand X or Brand Y to make you a fragrance lady? I realized that I would have to suck up my ego for a second. So hard for me to do, it's one of the reasons I cut way back on perfumery is because the stores and fragrance heads were so f'in mean to me. I know there were lot's of people that were kind but the majority were a-holes and I couldn't take it. I started to believe the naysayers and feel like a big, fat loser. Whatever I had accomplished in this realm didn't matter I was a broken woman when it was said and done. So I did what anyone that's as fragile yet motivated as I am would do.
"Debbie give me your email address, I will prepare a couple of quotes for you. I think I know exactly what you are looking for and would love to help you."
The moral to this story? You can't be everything to everyone but if you find a few people that are buying what your selling, stick with them and tell the rest to kick rocks barefoot.P.S. For those that are curious, she found my work number on a Google search. She said it was easy. I say I'm scared.