39- The reign of the fantastic
Thank you.
We want to reward you for placing your trust in us with a 20% discount in all our products. Come within the next month and bring this card to benefit from it.
Cheers,
Joe.
“What do you think?”
Mr. Fig stares at me indifferently.
“Well, I guess it’s fine, kid. I mean, it’s not like I’m an expert on this kind of thing or anything. But I’ll definitely be happy when I receive my card, and most likely will use it. Maybe just add a ‘valid until…’ part on the back just in case someone doesn’t know how to measure month lengths. Then, you should be good to go.”
I’m not sure why do I take Mr. Fig as such an authority on the matter. He truly isn’t the best with people, and reaching other’s is all I’m trying to do. But, for some reason, when he says no to mentioning the new chimney, then it’s a no. If he says that pushing customers with a deadline is better, then its freaking better.
He’s a customer, in the end.
So, if he’s fine with it I guess other people should too. And, anyway, this message is going to reach those who already trust our brand, so I need to do a pretty crappy job to misplace their confidence with it.
Also, I guess any idiot could have done this card.
Still not sure why I deserve to be the professional engraver here.
But I need to be something. And this is all that’s in my mind anymore. Even if it means trying to convince people to buy things. Something that may be somehow morally crooked. Although it’s not like I’m scamming them or anything. Or at least not so far.
Joe’s roofs are literally one of the greatest ways for people to waste their money. Everyone needs a roof. And if you’re going to have a roof, it better be a safe one.
It would have been a different story to sell benches. Or those pelts Mr. Fig tells me they make by torturing the poor animals.
But, can I really be picky with who I work for and what I try to sell at this stage of my career?
Having principles in a society with no opportunities for young people is just a fantasy.
