I kid you not. The Office of the President no less.
It was too late to fix the problem, and they had no excuse as to why they wouldn’t budge on their prices, but it was a nice call nonetheless.
Of course I didn’t actually get to speak to the President, unless the President is a nice woman named Nicole.
She wanted to know what had gone wrong. It helped that I’d written all the blog posts in this series: I had all the pitfalls described in glistening detail.
They have the names of the people who tried to assist me, are concerned that there was no follow-up, and promise to counsel them on how to avoid these sorts of things in the future.
Hey, it could happen.
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