For this advertisement project, I decided I would call BOTH Pizza Fiore’s,one which is located at Lincoln Road, and the other which is located near 71st. I was extremely confident I would land a BIG deal with the 71st Pizza Fiore because the owner of that place has a daughter that happens to not only go to Beach High, but is also one of my real close friends. Knowing this, that is the first place I called. Unfortunately, it didn’t go as good as I was hoping it would.
I called for the first time two weeks ago. As I was talking to one of the helpers, he advised me to talk to Jeff, the person in charge of the advertising. After that discussion, I decided I would call everyday and ask for Jeff. Every time I did, the same person would pick up and tell me that he wasn’t around. I called so many times, that the guy I spoke to every day even remember my name, although I never did catch his. On the 5th day of calling,which was the day Alessia and Mr. Shwartz took us to Mr. Weiss’s office, Jeff was actually there. I talked to him about what a wonderful idea would be to advertise with us and got on with the usual routine and talk. But suddenly, Jeff interrupted me with an extremely creative yet rude remark. “5 years ago, when we tried advertising with a school newspaper, they tried to charge us $500.” As soon as I heard this nonsense I went straight to defense mode, stating that that is a ridiculous number and our ads are actually very ‘low-price’ and, most of all, effective. I went on and on about how the price doesn’t really matter much anyway, because in the end it is good business. But again, Jeff over here, interrupted me with an even WORSE remark. “If you don’t hang up in 10 seconds, I will be forced to hang up on you.” With that said, I quietly hung up. But let me tell you, I was flabbergasted. Why would Jeff attack me in such a way? If he didn’t want to advertise with us, maybe he should just say “No thank you. Please move on with your life,” and I would have done so accordingly.
But then, it hit me.
Maybe I came off a little rude, since as soon as I got on the phone with him, I said a maybe-not-so-necessary remark. “.. I’ve been calling several times now…” Ouch. Maybe that came out real bad. So now I’m here thinking, well maybe it was I who came of really mean, and he was just giving me a taste of my own medicine. But then I started to think of the insane excuse he gave me and I didn’t feel so bad after that. Maybe I should have stated that the OWNER’S daughter is one of my extremely close friends.
So now… after that not-so-new-to-me rejection, I am trying to call the Pizza Fiore located on Lincoln Road. I have been calling several times now, and I talked to a gentleman who directed me to speak with the owner, George. Problem is, George is very hard to reach. Next time I call, however, I will ask for a number I can use to reach George. That would be a smart idea.
All in all, I am learning. Maybe I need to be nicer. Being assertive can really either,
A) scare people
or
B) make people act like a chew-head.
I usually get the people who choose B. But I’ll make the best of it.

























