As a prelude, I'm notorious for not answering my phone unless I know the phone number.
7:15 a.m. Phone rings. (Riders on the Storm). I wake up, look at the number, don't recognize it. Ignore.
7:18 a.m. Text message from same number pops up on phone. "Hey, Kev. How's it going?"
(Crap, it's early for me. Who is this?)
Me: "Fine. Who is this?"
Unknown texter: "It's Xxxx. I changed my number a few months ago. I thought I gave it to you.
Me: Ah, Xxxx, I guess I forgot to write it down. (Nope. You didn't give me your number)
Xxxx: So, anyway. What's going on with you? I just wanted to check in with you.
Me: (Bullshit. You want something. Just tell me what you want.) Things are fine.
Xxxx: How's work? How's life?
Me: Busy and busier. (Works been a living nightmare for years as we cut, cut and cut. It's not like it's getting better) Everything else is going along pretty good. (Mostly true, now, let's cut to the chase) So, how are you?
Xxxx: Well, things are great. I just started doing this new thing and I was hoping ... (Me: Here it comes. Lay it on me. How can I be of limited use to you today?)
Long conversation ensues on how he's got a new direction and business and wants my advice and if I felt like it I could help him get started with contacts.
Of course this is a guy I never hear from unless he needs something, and he thinks I can help him. Otherwise he probably wouldn't take my calls.
8 a.m. Texting ends with me trying to give the least help I can and still be polite.
Ugh. Thanks for waking me up early and picking my brain for your profit while giving me nothing in return. Now, I'm up for the day.
7:15 a.m. Phone rings. (Riders on the Storm). I wake up, look at the number, don't recognize it. Ignore.
7:18 a.m. Text message from same number pops up on phone. "Hey, Kev. How's it going?"
(Crap, it's early for me. Who is this?)
Me: "Fine. Who is this?"
Unknown texter: "It's Xxxx. I changed my number a few months ago. I thought I gave it to you.
Me: Ah, Xxxx, I guess I forgot to write it down. (Nope. You didn't give me your number)
Xxxx: So, anyway. What's going on with you? I just wanted to check in with you.
Me: (Bullshit. You want something. Just tell me what you want.) Things are fine.
Xxxx: How's work? How's life?
Me: Busy and busier. (Works been a living nightmare for years as we cut, cut and cut. It's not like it's getting better) Everything else is going along pretty good. (Mostly true, now, let's cut to the chase) So, how are you?
Xxxx: Well, things are great. I just started doing this new thing and I was hoping ... (Me: Here it comes. Lay it on me. How can I be of limited use to you today?)
Long conversation ensues on how he's got a new direction and business and wants my advice and if I felt like it I could help him get started with contacts.
Of course this is a guy I never hear from unless he needs something, and he thinks I can help him. Otherwise he probably wouldn't take my calls.
8 a.m. Texting ends with me trying to give the least help I can and still be polite.
Ugh. Thanks for waking me up early and picking my brain for your profit while giving me nothing in return. Now, I'm up for the day.
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