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endly banter: Hey Mr. *****. How ya doing?SilenceBrian: Quickly getting to the point but maintaining a friendly folksy demeanor: I’m Brian with ********** Investments. How’d you like to increase your income and decrease your taxes. May I call you Frank?Frank: Somewhat unreceptive: Brian from **********Investments. Take your income and taxes and shove em up your ass — go fuck yourself.Brian: Unflappable: You must have a reason for saying that. What seems to be the problem?Frank: Angrily but logically: Listen Dickhead, I don’t even tell my wife my problems much less a guy I’ve never met who’s called me up in the afternoon.It wasn’t the response that I’d hoped for, but I saw the reasoning behind it. Somehow it bothered me more than it should have.Brian: Resolutely: Frank, you know the brokerage community in Philadelphia is a small one and I’ll see to it that no broker will ever trade with you — ever.Frank: So furious, words in the form of interrogation are spewing out in

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a torrent: Who’s your boss? What’s your firm name? How’d ya like me to call him and report what you just said to me?Brian: Smooth as a baby’s bottom: My firm is ********** Investments. My boss is Mr Brooks, his number is 215--. Please — give him a call.I hung up. Looking up from my desk at Brooks across the room I mentioned that someone would be calling him soon.In about 5 minutes Brook’s phone rang. The receptionist was patching through the irate Frank.Brooks: Feigning concern; his side of the conversation only: Yes, yes Mr.**,Brian ********is an employee here. We’ve been having quite a few complaints about him recently. Yes, yes I’ll see that he’s terminated immediately. And oh, thanks for reporting it. We try to maintain the highest of standards around here.With that, he hung up the phone.We both left the office to hit the Grog Shop, the bar in Suburban Station to throw back a few before our respective trains came for the trip home.We both agreed, we accomplished nothing that day.</article></body>

I Was Fired By The Person I Hired

The only resemblance to a diamond my next call had was that it was hard.

It was a slow day at my small investment firm. When I say small I’m not exaggerating. The company consisted of a receptionist, a trainee, my friend and colleague Brooks and I. I brought Brooks in almost a year ago when I expanded into selling mutual funds from just owning and managing real estate. We were investment advisors in addition to being in real estate.

Today, I simply wasn’t motivated. I did some cold calling to no avail. I was working on a list of supposedly accredited investors from B2C Marketing List. The luck I was having was all bad. Some days are like that. One thing about cold calling; you never know when the very next call will turn up a diamond.

The only resemblance to a diamond my next call was that it was hard.

Brian: Trying to establish a friendly banter: Hey Mr. *****. How ya doing?

Silence

Brian: Quickly getting to the point but maintaining a friendly folksy demeanor: I’m Brian with ********** Investments. How’d you like to increase your income and decrease your taxes. May I call you Frank?

Frank: Somewhat unreceptive: Brian from **********Investments. Take your income and taxes and shove em up your ass — go fuck yourself.

Brian: Unflappable: You must have a reason for saying that. What seems to be the problem?

Frank: Angrily but logically: Listen Dickhead, I don’t even tell my wife my problems much less a guy I’ve never met who’s called me up in the afternoon.

It wasn’t the response that I’d hoped for, but I saw the reasoning behind it. Somehow it bothered me more than it should have.

Brian: Resolutely: Frank, you know the brokerage community in Philadelphia is a small one and I’ll see to it that no broker will ever trade with you — ever.

Frank: So furious, words in the form of interrogation are spewing out in a torrent: Who’s your boss? What’s your firm name? How’d ya like me to call him and report what you just said to me?

Brian: Smooth as a baby’s bottom: My firm is ********** Investments. My boss is Mr Brooks, his number is 215-***-****. Please — give him a call.

I hung up. Looking up from my desk at Brooks across the room I mentioned that someone would be calling him soon.

In about 5 minutes Brook’s phone rang. The receptionist was patching through the irate Frank.

Brooks: Feigning concern; his side of the conversation only: Yes, yes Mr.*****,Brian ********is an employee here. We’ve been having quite a few complaints about him recently. Yes, yes I’ll see that he’s terminated immediately. And oh, thanks for reporting it. We try to maintain the highest of standards around here.

With that, he hung up the phone.

We both left the office to hit the Grog Shop, the bar in Suburban Station to throw back a few before our respective trains came for the trip home.

We both agreed, we accomplished nothing that day.