Remember the Cutco story? My sales-student called last night to ask me which sets of knives I was planning to buy. (Presumptuous, yes, but I assume it's all part of her script.) I told her that I'd done some research, intending only to determine whether the company's products were worth buying. I reported that I'd stumbled on a lot of information about the company that made me feel uncomfortable about participating at all, but that I wished her good luck. To her credit, she asked what type of information; I gave her a very brief summary, assuming she could do her own research. (It's really up to her to figure out whether she wants to think highly or lowly of the company and her experience there.) To beat her to the punch (or perhaps it wasn't in her script), I thanked her for her time and again wished her well.
And from my old job comes the news that two writers quit this week and a manager is going on a leave for several months. One of the writers reports that it's the first time he's ever quit a job without having a destination. I hear that the other writer is planning to stay home with her kid for a while, but I haven't heard that from her yet.
Gosh, I feel like I just barely beat the rush. Wouldn't want to get trampled at the narrow exitways.
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