There are $35,000 watches?!
Wall Street Journal outlines some of the strategies salespeople use in order to sell these very practical timepieces.
Salespeople lay the client’s well-worn watch on a tray between two shiny new ones, creating a contrast that subtly suggests it’s time to upgrade.
More sales strategies include: flattery, talking not about “price” but rather about “value”, and placating annoyed wives by suggesting the husband also buy her a (less-expensive) watch.
I get a friend request on Facebook from “Peter Banks”, a guy I’ve never met. We do have one mutual friend, but to be honest I don’t know that guy very well either; he’s a friend’s brother and I’ve only met him once. A name like Peter Banks is so common it’s unGoogle-able, so no help there. Peter’s profile is pretty bare. There is one photo of a twenty-something male model- which could be an actual photo of Peter, I guess, since our one mutual friend does a little modelling too. And his profile says he’s “in a relationship”, so maybe he’s not just trying to flirt with random girls, which would have been my first guess.
ME: Hey Peter, thanks for the friend request. Have we met in real life?
PETER: Hey Nicole, never had the pleasure of meeting you in real life. I signed up for FB mainly for netwoking, but making a few friends along the way would be an added bonus. If you only accept people you know then no worries & sorry to trouble you.
I do not at all understand. How is it networking (excuse me, “netwoking”) to randomly friend people with no preamble? That’s not networking, that’s just… weird. It’s like coming to a party and just staring at someone for an hour instead of saying hi. What, am I going to friend a complete stranger and then somehow we’re in some sort of viable network together, sharing, what, tips? Is it like, if you stare at another person at a party long enough they might give you a job reference or something? I’m no expert but I do not think that’s how this works. Is it? Why am I asking this? *head explodes*
So I just hit “Accept friend request” and we’ll see what happens. Oh no wait, I did not do that.
This is not new, but I’d forgotten all about it.
House of Monroe is a Toronto Vogue Fem dance crew. I saw them perform at Buddies last week and they are insane: it’s such a captivating form of dance, at once fluid, precise, languid, and gymnastic. Forget what Madonna used in the video, this is way better. Plus loud beats and live freestyle chanting on microphone. It’s so fun to watch.
There aren’t a lot of great videos of voguing on YouTube, but I did manage to find this House of Monroe dancer (I think his name is Snoopy Monroe) “goofing around” (read: “dancing amazingly”) after a rehearsal in someone’s kitchen.
First they wax it bare, then they bedazzle it with rhinestones!
(probably a bit NSFW, unless you work involves gynecology, Brazilian waxes, or Swarovski crystals)
Thanks to Kelly for the tip.
I think I just coined a new term. When you’re emailing someone back and forth, but then one of you just doesn’t get around to responding: you have E-VAPORATED.