You never get a second chance…..
Chances are that if I meet you, I’ve decided within the first three minutes whether or not I’m going to like you. Whether I thinkyou are someone who I want to talk to or not.
I probably should tell you that I take a load of time to try to get to know a person and that I believe everyone has some good inside. Maybe that is true, but frankly I don’t have the time to look for it. In fact scrub that, I don’t believe that and if you do, you probably also believe that people ARE our greatest asset, that we ARE customer focussed and that packets of Maltesers ARE the same size that they were in the 70s. You’d also be a deluded numbnut that should have your rose-tinted spectacles removed and shoved so far up your backside that the arms reach to the back of your tonsils.
First impressions are pretty much, if not always correct. I have never regretted not getting to know someone who I didn’t like, nor in most cases (other than you) have I regretted getting to know anyone that I did like. Because guess what…..I’m normally right. Not only do I choose my friends like that, I also recruit like that. No competency based fuckwittery has ever proved more reliable than instinct and that is a FACT.
Does that make me an arrogant judgmental man? No, it makes me human.