Long night...
I had a great Fotobook day...huge orders and happy customers. Nice.
All day, however, I couldn't get what happened on Saturday out of my mind. I've been wondering whether or not to publicly share it...Then I realized that I don't keep a lot of shit private, so what the hell...
I went out Friday night to watch Hangover II with some TF'ers, had a blast, and had some beers. I got home early enough, but I was also tired enough at 6:45 AM when Jasmine wanted to practice her face slapping techniques on (guess what) my face.
No worries.
I had a meeting at noon with an old acquaintance on the opposite side of Bangkok so I had time to chill with Jazz before I went to Big Mango's iParty. Long day and night, but whatever.
Mind you it takes me well over an hour to get to the silom side of bangkok on a saturday. I'm not going to name my acquaintance as he is a non-active member here, and I'm not looking to simply call him out on this BS move that he did. Rather, I'm looking to warn TF'ers about this, so that they don't waste their own time or ruin their own relationships with such crap.
Here we go...
Last month I lost my affiliate business. It hurt a lot, and it was the biggest thing in my life outside of my family issues. I received many messages from friends, old and new, that meant a lot. Everyone was so supportive, especially regarding the physical problems with Jasmine. I got a lot of invites to have lunches, dinners, or just a coffee or beer. Fucking awesome...it made me feel great during a horrible time in my life.
So I get a message from this guy that says he lost his unrelated affiliate business not too long ago, but now he is doing well, is care free, etc. He wants me to meet his successful friends that are so special to him. Yeah, you guys already know where this is basically going. Maybe I was stupid, but I must say that in the back of my mind I was wondering what benefit he was going to want out of me...humans are humans. He probably wanted to sell me something.
So I'm already tired by noon, but I make it over to Chamchuree to meet him and his good friend at a restaurant. Immediately I notice that they are waaaay too agreeable with whatever I say. I know I'm not a genius, but they were making me out to be one. They slip into the subject of "passive income," which I know too much about already (in an earlier blog my plan was to have enough passive income so that I could teach and be happy...that got screwed up).
Somehow they move to this skin care company, and it clicks in my head.
Motherfuckers.
Anyway, I'm cool.
But the more I listen and watch this whole thing, the more pissed off I get. At one point I remember choking up and not being able to say, "I know what your agenda is." I was that angry.
I just pictured Jasmine on her play mat with her grandmother trying her best to keep her entertained. Meanwhile, here I was eating generic Thai food at chamchuree while getting pitched on skin care products.
FUCK!
I was so angry. I always try and be polite, but I was really choked up. I got up, and did my goodbyes. The guy had the nerve to ask me for referrals before I got to the elevator. FUCK!
Jasmine never makes me angry, but the thought of me getting duped into wasting all this time that I could have had with her made me angry. I called a couple close friends and just cursed for a few minutes.
I still ended up going to the iParty at Big Mango...I had a great time, but didn't win the rigged iPad lottery...but at least I beat Stevie and Ciaran at pool...twice.
To summarize...most people want something from you, which is ok. Just don't trust the ones that aren't honest about their intentions.
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