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.
"Hi, thank you for calling (insert name of my company here), this is Miss B. (okay my real name insert here)."
"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.