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Poaching on My Turf!
08.06.07 (7:26 pm)   [edit]
I was sitting in Starbucks to meet a prospective client this morning. (Starbucks is my office away from home.) While talking to a guy about a website, there is an unshaven man in a tshirt and messy shorts sitting in the chair behind me. He interrupts our meeting to tell my prospective client that he's a web developer and he can undercut any pricing I offer. I was stunned. How RUDE! My prospective client tells him thanks but no thanks. After we're done talking, Mr. Scruffy Guy apologizes for interrupting our conversation but he's just been laid of his job. That's fine but you don't interfere like that. I told him that I was extremely well-connected and could have hooked him up with lots of people. But since he had so little respect for professionalism, that I didn't feel comfortable with leveraging my relationships. And with that, I put on my headphones to get some work done. He keeps talking, tapping me on the shoulder. I told him that I had to get work done and good luck... He keeps talking. I deliberately turn up the volume on my MP3 player. He eventually goes away. You would think that with headphones, being engrossed with work, that it would send a vibe saying "I'm busy." But two other men interrupted me over the next hour. I wonder if I put 'Do Not Disturb" on my forehead if they'd get the picture???
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