I scored a rock’n awesome account last week. It was handed to me in shambles, but the point is that it is mine! I had been cultivating this fabulous account for two years, TWO YEARS! I had been the Bestest of Reps (I capitalized this on purpose, I will be referring to myself as “The Bestest of Reps” from now on), a Publisher could ever have asked for. I had a great idea for a client, and I pursued them, and kept pursuing them thorough 4 different marketing minions. And just when I was about to land the deal, another Rep swooped in and yanked the account out from under me (I actually broke ribs from the fall, it was that hard).
I do have to admit, it is hard to keep track of who’s account is who’s when you only have 15 “OFFICAL PROTECTED CLIENT LIST” posted around the offices. Suffering bodily harm from the loss of an account is fine (I do have Workman’s Compensation Insurance), especially because you expect it to be made right by your “all knowing and loving” Publisher. I am sure if you have read any other entries of mine you surmised from my thoughts that I probably suffered a concussion, along with the broken ribs.
Why would he stand up for his Reps, why would he enforce the “Rules of Engagement”, his goal is to always go against the obvious correct answer. Why would he easily tip toe across the pool with a Mai- Tai in hand, when he could dive into the “I am a retard and cannot swim end”? So… The Publisher did not stand up for me until (dun-dun-dunnn) the account was so messed up by the other Rep that she could not fix it. Then it was handed to The Bestest of Reps, to fix.
Yeah!!! I got a new account!
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