The Economist
Ayer parecía que mi dolor de cabeza había desaparecido para regresar como haría el Guadiana a lo largo de la mañana… llegué a mi casa con el único deseo de acostarme y descansar.
Por la tarde estuve currando con la PPerra en un trabajo para El Chico de la Empresa del triangulito verde. Se trata de hacer un briefing de nada menos que 20 páginas sobre un producto de nuestra invención para la empresa Dodot. Ni que decir tiene que nuestras extravagantes ideas y verborrea justificativa de las mismas acabó por hacer de nosotras 2 locas que no paraban de reír. El momento el pañal bañador evita la contaminación acuática fue sin duda nuestro punto álgido de la tarde.
Sin embargo, la puesta en común con el resto del grupo de nuestra idea reveló que el pañal bañador no era algo tan brillante como esperábamos, y acabamos por sustituirlo por el pañal reciclado y biodegradable, que da mucho más juego en los tiempos que corren.
¡Ay! Se me olvidó contaros… ayer tuve una curious conversation con un representante de The Economist. He wanted to know the reason why I had cancelled my subscription, and I tried to convince him, as nicely as I could, that I wasn’t interested anymore due to my lack of time. Honestly, I know I wouldn’t read them, even if it’s posh enough to say you actually receive the magazine… I had to use the best of my excuses, but none of them dismissed him: I told him about my 2 degrees (which led him to ask which and how could I put up with them without their magazine), how I found it sometimes difficult to read it because it was in English (that’s when he complimented my English), and finally, I had to tell him I was a student with no external income besides my parents, so that I couldn’t afford the subscription 8that’s when he told me about the 65% discount X-mas offer) He even offered to send me the magazine on Friday instead of Monday without any additional costs to solve my lack of time problem!! Jesus… I couldn’t help it anymore, so I started laughing. I said I appreciated his efforts, that I would again reconsider my subscription after finishing both my degrees and that if he needed so, he could tell his supervisor I had been a pest and that there was no way he could have convinced me. I even offered to talk to his supervisor and tell him about his good job. That did it (finally) He apologized for the inconvenience between laughs, thanked me for my attention and humour, and again, complimented my English.
After the phone call I couldn’t help but wonder… was my subscription such a BIG?
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Por la tarde estuve currando con la PPerra en un trabajo para El Chico de la Empresa del triangulito verde. Se trata de hacer un briefing de nada menos que 20 páginas sobre un producto de nuestra invención para la empresa Dodot. Ni que decir tiene que nuestras extravagantes ideas y verborrea justificativa de las mismas acabó por hacer de nosotras 2 locas que no paraban de reír. El momento el pañal bañador evita la contaminación acuática fue sin duda nuestro punto álgido de la tarde.
Sin embargo, la puesta en común con el resto del grupo de nuestra idea reveló que el pañal bañador no era algo tan brillante como esperábamos, y acabamos por sustituirlo por el pañal reciclado y biodegradable, que da mucho más juego en los tiempos que corren.
¡Ay! Se me olvidó contaros… ayer tuve una curious conversation con un representante de The Economist. He wanted to know the reason why I had cancelled my subscription, and I tried to convince him, as nicely as I could, that I wasn’t interested anymore due to my lack of time. Honestly, I know I wouldn’t read them, even if it’s posh enough to say you actually receive the magazine… I had to use the best of my excuses, but none of them dismissed him: I told him about my 2 degrees (which led him to ask which and how could I put up with them without their magazine), how I found it sometimes difficult to read it because it was in English (that’s when he complimented my English), and finally, I had to tell him I was a student with no external income besides my parents, so that I couldn’t afford the subscription 8that’s when he told me about the 65% discount X-mas offer) He even offered to send me the magazine on Friday instead of Monday without any additional costs to solve my lack of time problem!! Jesus… I couldn’t help it anymore, so I started laughing. I said I appreciated his efforts, that I would again reconsider my subscription after finishing both my degrees and that if he needed so, he could tell his supervisor I had been a pest and that there was no way he could have convinced me. I even offered to talk to his supervisor and tell him about his good job. That did it (finally) He apologized for the inconvenience between laughs, thanked me for my attention and humour, and again, complimented my English.
After the phone call I couldn’t help but wonder… was my subscription such a BIG?
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