Dear Pumpkins,
To date, over 200 of you have voted in this week’s Open Jaw Voting Booth – and of that, almost 60% admit to selling whichever supplier pays the most.
I understand. I do. Back in the day when Veuve was cheap and I only had one pair of Pradas, I gave myself over for money, from time to time. My old Babcia called me a whore and threw tomatoes at me from behind the garage. What did she know about commission caps.
Point is, finding out what best suits the client is sooo much work. They don’t appreciate it anyway. And the whole preferred business is a bit of a toothless granny. Am I right?
‘Tis the season to embrace your inner Ho Ho, Dahrlings! Look where it’s gotten me! I work in a fabulous um, basement ... listen to a couple of idiots argue about curtains all day ... eat chicken dinners all over Canada... never mind.
