The Driller Killer

When I used to go to the videostore when I was a kid to rent videocassettes, there was this stupid horror movie that no one ever checked out called The Driller Killer. I was reminded of this ugly little film as I was coming back from the range on Sunday and it started to feel as if someone was taking a 3/8" Speedbor to my right temple. Evidently, this was my first migraine ever. And it came at a really bad time, when I was just getting over this nasty cold I've been harboring for a week.

As we left the range, I felt sharp pains in my temple that were so excruciating that I held my head in my hand and had to rub my temple repeatedly. That was the only thing that made the pain manageable. If I stopped rubbing it, even for a second, the pain became unbearable. When I got back to the house, I immediately downed three aspirin and helped Craig put new mud flaps on his truck in the driveway. Craig finished up in about 15 minutes and I went inside to rest. About two hours later, the pain was still completely over the top, so I took two Aleve.

I laid down for another few hours and Kim gave me two Excedrin Migraine pills at about 7. This brought the pain down to a manageable level for a bit, but it still felt like the Driller Killer was going to town on my temple. Mom and Kim think I need to get over my distrust of doctors and head over to the Walk-In Medical place. I fell asleep until about 11, when I woke up in significant pain again. Somehow I managed to get back to sleep.

This morning, the headache is still with me, but the pain isn't nearly as bad as yesterday. I'm hoping this thing goes away soon, otherwise I'll probably end up going to the doctor.

My experience with doctors over the past few years is that there's not much they can do for you unless the problem is completely obvious, like you have a railroad spike driven through your forearm or something like that. And if there's one thing I can't stand, it's being in pain while doctors who are supposed to know what they're doing are scratching their heads and trying to speculate on what's wrong while they send you for expensive test after expensive test. Soon, though, I might not have a choice but to go in and let them poke me with needles and whatnot.

Sick Again

Spent all of today in my PJs, trying to get rest but inevitably failing to keep away from my computer. I'm never going to shake this cold. My day looked like this: * Rest * Check e-mail. Delete porn/gambling/boner pill spam. Decide to de-spam blog. Delete same from blog comments/trackbacks. * Nap. Wake myself up with massive coughing fit. * Return messages on office voice mail. Wonder how 12 messages can accumulate in 2 hours. * Send sis to store for cold medicine and cough drops. * Rest. Fall asleep reading lame Dean Koontz book because it's the only thing even remotely interesting to read in the house. * Deal with weird-ass adserving glitch. * Make frozen chicken patties on the George Foreman Grill. Consume massive quantities of water to try to flush nasty bug from system. Eat a Clementine for the Vitamin C. * Craft new business proposal. * Play Counter Strike: Source for an hour because I can't sleep but I don't want to work anymore. * De-spam blog again. * Take massive overdose of NyQuil. Go to bed.

Going to try to make it to the office tomorrow.

New Business Development

Do your negotiations with potential clients look like this?

Guy: Hello. I’d like to buy a widget from you guys.

Me: That’s great! Thanks for choosing us for your widget needs. Widgets cost $X.

Guy: Oh, well… That’s a bit more than what we planned to spend. Our research indicates that we can get widgets for 10% of $X.

Me: Here, let me e-mail you some information about widgets and once you’ve had a chance to take a look at the information, you’ll see why it costs $X.

Guy: Thanks. I’ll get back to you. One Month Later…

Guy: You’ve gotta help me. We bought a widget for 10% of $X from another company and it doesn’t work right.

Me: What seems to be the problem?

Guy: Well, it seems to work only in Japan when the relative humidity is 50% or less.

Me: That’s unfortunate. I wish you had bought your widget from us. Our widgets work worldwide. It was in that information I sent you.

Guy: Well, what if you sold me a widget for 5% of $X? That would get me off the hook and it would get you our widget business exclusively.

Me: I’m sorry, but if I sell widgets for less than 90% of $X, we lose money. And we lose time, too – time I could spend with my other clients who happily pay $X for widgets.

Guy: Aaaaargh!

Two Weeks Later…

Guy: How about if you gave us the widget for free, and we’ll give you a percentage of what we make using your widget?

Me: I’m sorry. I can’t take that kind of risk. We know our widgets work, but there’s simply too much we don’t have control over to be able to be 100% confident that you can make money using our widget. I mean, what if you have the wrong widget holder or you fail to properly maintain your widget? We can’t be responsible for that.

Guy: Well, I can’t afford to pay you full price for the widget, because I spent the budget on the widget we got for 10% of $X.

Me: I can come down on price to 90% of $X if you sign an exclusive deal with us, but I lose money if I sell widgets for less than 90% of $X.

Guy: You’re being inflexible! I can’t work like this!

Me: Then why do you keep calling me back?

Two Weeks Later…

Guy: Okay, we’ll give you 90% of $X for a widget.

Me: That’s great. I’ll draw up the paperwork.

Guy: Not so fast. We need to test your widget first. I’ll give you 9% of $X for 1/10th of a widget. And if it works, we’ll buy the rest of the widget.

Me: I’m sorry, but a fractional widget isn’t going to get the job done for you. We’ll be set up to fail. You won’t be happy, you won’t buy from us anymore and it will be a big waste of time and money for the both of us.

Guy: But how do I know whether or not your widgets work?

Me: In the information I sent you a while ago, there were plenty of case studies from other satisfied customers that attest to how well our widgets work.

Guy: Yeah, but no one else is using your widgets to build a barnacle removal business in Upper Volta and Transylvania. How do I know whether or not your widgets will perform in that capacity?

Me: Well, no one else is using the widgets to do specifically that, but there’s a case study in there from a boat refinishing business in Miami. They were very happy. Isn’t that close enough?

Guy: No. They don’t do business in Transylvania.

Me: I don’t think anyone who sells widgets right now will be able to provide you a case study specifically for barnacle removal in your particular markets. But all business is not without risk.

Guy: What if you paid for a market research study to predict how your widgets would do in Transylvania?

Me: Why should I pay for that? If you don’t do business with me, how would I recoup those costs? I don’t know anyone else who is running a barnacle removal business in Transylvania. The resale value of that research is practically nil.

Guy: Until you can do market research proving that your widgets have 100% success rates in Transylvania, I can’t do business with you.

Me: Okay, forget it then.

Guy: Aaaaaaaaargh!

One Week Later…

Guy: You’ve gotta help me! My boss is going to fire me unless I get this widget business straightened out!

Me: You know the prices. Can you pay $X yet? Or at least 90% of $X?

Guy: We had a budget cut! I can’t afford $X. Or 90% of $X. Heck, I can’t even afford $X minus $X!

Me: Sorry. We can’t give widgets away.

Guy: But if you don’t give me a widget, I’ll lose my job! How about this? If you give me a widget, we’ll let you share in the profits of the resale of stripped barnacles in Transylvania…

Me: I think I explained that we can’t do revenue-sharing agreements.

Guy: I’ll throw in a percentage of the profits in Upper Volta.

Me: No. I’m sorry.

Guy: Aaaaaaargh!

Me: Please don’t call back until you’re prepared to pay at least 90% of $X.

Three Days Later…

Guy: Okay, I’ll pay you 90 percent of $X. We had to fire three hard-working barnacle strippers to be able to afford your widgets. I hope you’re happy.

Me: I’m sorry your business isn’t doing so well. And it sucks to have to let people go. But I’m sure you’ll be happy with this widget and maybe it will help things turn around for you.

Guy: Do you have a contract?

Me: I just e-mailed it to you.

Guy: I’ll check it out and fax it back to you.

Two Hours Later…

Guy: I made some changes to the contract and signed off on it.

Me: Let’s see here… You inserted a clause that says we have to pay you six million dollars in Romanian lei if I walk my dog on a Tuesday morning. There’s also a clause in here about my need to maintain $50 million worth of insurance against vampire attacks in order to do business with you.

Guy: That’s just standard stuff. Don’t worry about it.

Me: I’m sort of fond of walking my dog on Tuesdays before work. And I don’t see how walking my dog has anything to do with the quality of the widgets I’m providing to you. Oh, and vampires aren’t real.

Guy: This is how they do things in Transylvania! I thought you had experience doing business with Transylvanian companies!

Me: No client has ever tried to tell me when I can and can’t walk my dog. And even though the risk of vampire attack is nonexistent, carrying $50 million worth of insurance isn’t exactly cheap.

Guy: Let me talk to legal.

Three Weeks Later…

Guy: Okay, I spoke to the legal department and we were able to get the dog-walking and vampire insurance clauses waived.

Me: That’s great! When can you sign off on the paperwork?

Guy: Right now. We just need to make a teensy adjustment to the payment schedule.

Me: What sort of adjustment?

Guy: We’ll pay you 20,000 lei net 90 and the balance in monthly installments of 10,000 lei.

Me: U.S. dollars only, please. And your payment plan would get us paid off in 2012, so I think we ought to look to accelerate those payments a bit.

Guy: You’re being inflexible! I’ll take my business to your competitors!

Me: You tried that already. It didn’t work, remember?

Guy: *click*

Three Weeks Later…

Guy: Hi, this is Guy. Remember when I was working for that Transylvanian barnacle removal company? Boy was that a dog… Anyway, I’m working for a ferret de-scenting operation in Yemen now. And we need widgets! How about 4% of $X?

Me: *click*

Another E-mail Faux Pas

There is a special place in hell reserved for people who try to cram the entire contents of an e-mail into the subject line, such as:

Tom, I need the specs immediately for the media buy that starts on the 20th or we could experience some majo"

Subject fields can't be that big. So take a deep breath, click on the part of the e-mail that says "Message Body" and quit being lazy. And if it's something that's only 2-3 sentences and urgent, that's what IM is for. Or the phone. Or any of the krillions of other ways you can reach me.