Belinda the Spokesrabbit

Belinda the Spokesrabbit

All Belinda's Blogs and Posts

Here you can see everything Belinda has been up to since we hired her. She's a busy girl.

She loves hearing from everyone, but isn't always able to respond directly.

She keeps asking for an assistant, but so far, her agent hasn't been able to pull that off.

Belinda's mailing address is: Belinda the Spokesrabbit, Small Pet Select, PO Box 92664, Pittsburgh, PA 15218

Hello. It’s Belinda.

Turns out I’ve been doing things all wrong. I mean for getting the comment box back on my blog.

My way of getting what I want is to just do it. Like when I went behind everyone’s back and hired Abigail. I thought I’d be in big trouble for that one but look where we are six months later. Everyone’s happy.

Thought that would work for the comments too so I hacked into the blog systemand set it up. After 82 of my friends wrote messages to me and vice versa I thought “the duck has come home.”

Seemed obvious the blog comments are, as the marketing books say, a value add.

But a few days later I tried to log in and my password didn’t work. Because my agent had the tech team change it. And then she gave me a big lecture about following company policy.

Well here’s what I found out about “policy.” They make it up as they go.

Dale Carnegie talks about it in his leadership book. He says everything in business is negotiable. That’s why he’s famous. Knew how to “wheel and deal.”

If you learn his system you can get your way even if your agent says no.

Sounds like a lot less hassle than getting a second job to pay for my own blog and Wi-Fi.  But I might only get one shot so I have to be "on my game."

I decided to practice the whole thing on my roommate. Try to negotiate terms re: my digging station in the corner of the dining room.

I followed Dale Carnegie’s steps in order.

Step 1: “Know what you want.”

This part is easy. I want to pull up the carpet in the corner of the dining room.

Step 2: “Know what the other side wants.”

My roommate wants me to use the digging box she set up for me. And sometimes I do.

But usually I have a "craving" to tug on the carpet and yank out the padding. You just can't do that in a cardboard box. No matter how roomy and thick.

 

Step 3: “Anticipate objections.”

I already know what they are.

Every time I get my paws into a good rhythm she starts yelling that I'm "destroying the house." 

Not sure what that has to do with fluffing up the carpet but there you go. A lot of overreacting in my opinion.

Step 4: “Be willing to give and take.”

Carnegie says you have to be ready to meet them half way.

No problem. For example, I’m willing to wait until she’s upstairs before I start digging. In return, she can agree to stay up there for 30 minutes.

Give me time to get under the corner and down to the floorboards.

Step 5: “Know when to walk away.”

This is where I crash the tractor.

Carnegie says if you can’t work things out you need to stop nagging. Just go do something else.

Well to me there’s a word for that. "Quitter."

Surprises me that someone like him would just give up when negotiations get a  little hot. "If you can't take the heat, stay out of the steel mill." If you know what I mean.    

Anyway I am going to keep digging in the dining room. And I am going to wheel and deal for a comment box. I am not a quitter.

Dale Carnegie knows a lot but not about rabbits.

Sincerely,

Belinda,

Spokesrabbit, Small Pet Select

Hello. It’s Belinda.

I decided to take a break from the job hunt this week. Get caught up on my “beauty sleep.”

I woke up Monday morning feeling extra peppy and I thought won’t the team be surprised. Meaning about my good mood and not dozing at work.

But I’m the one who was in for a big surprise. Because on Monday they announced a new product called the Belinda Bunniccino Mug.

Can you believe it?

They cooked this whole thing up behind my back. Turns out a Bunniccino is some sort of concoction made with “two alfalfa shots and blueberry whip.”

Never heard of it but I'd like to try it. Especially since my mug is on the mug, as my roommate has said at least five times now.

All I know is I hope my mug is a big seller so I can save face, if you know what I mean.

So that was Monday. Which also happened to be my adoptaversary.

Five years ago, my roommate showed up at the shelter, packed me into a carrier and brought me home. “No questions asked.” She didn’t even seem to care that I was from New Zealand, which is on my adoption papers.  Never mentions it which is good, because my memory about my homeland is fuzzy.

And not only about that subject. Because with all the brain fog last week and the Belinda mug excitement I forgot all about my adoptaversary until halfway through the day.

Usually we plan a little party. Nothing fancy, just extra treats and relaxing together. But last year, my adoptaversary hit a few weeks after I started this job. And Josh “went overboard.” Sent three boxes of hay and toys and treats from the warehouse.

And I hate to admit this but I was expecting something this year too.

Well Monday came and went with no delivery. Tuesday I wrote about it on social media and my roommate said that was rude in a way. “Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, Belinda.”

Well I don’t want to see inside Josh’s mouth and besides, I don’t know how she comes up with these ideas. I just wanted some snackers.

By the end of Wednesday I gave up. I thought if I can’t even remember my adoptaversary, how can Josh? He has enough on his plate.

But then came the second surprise.

Late Thursday afternoon I was reading my Dale Carnegie book when I heard my roommate yell “Belinda! There’s a package here for you!”

When I saw it I couldn’t believe my eyes.

It wasn’t just a normal package from the warehouse. Josh took the time to decorate it with stickers and sign it with a “J” on the outside and inside the lid. Which is above and beyond in my opinion.

My roommate opened it for me and I looked inside. Flower power mini-cookies. Pear blueberry healthy snackers. A meadow ball. Some oat fidget sticks. He even threw in a few “sneak preview” stickers.

And at the bottom, inside its own box, one Belinda Bunniccino mug.

What a week.

I’m well-rested, I have a bag of mini-cookies in my stash and my mug is on a mug.

The company always comes through for me. I should know by now that I need to be patient.

Well I’ve been patient about wanting a comment box at the bottom of my blog.

So who knows. Maybe there’s a third surprise coming from the team.

And maybe it will be “you know what.”

Sincerely,

Belinda,

Spokesrabbit, Small Pet Select

Hello. It’s Belinda.

Last week I said I’m going to start my own blog. So I can have all the comments I want.

I just need to get some money together for the Wi-Fi and a used laptop.
Well I’m not sure if I can pull off the first step. Meaning a “side hustle.”

Because to tell you the truth I’m getting worn out just looking for a second job. Spending hours and hours on websites trying to find a position that fits my skills, etc.

Number one, it has to be “work from home.” Which narrows the list. And I can’t lift more than two pounds so that’s another issue.

Most important, it can’t be 9 to 5 because that’s reserved for my spokesrabbit job. Daytime is when I’m at my best.

But my evenings and nights are my own so why not use those hours to “make hay,” if you know what I mean.

Well I’m finding something out about making hay. There’s a time to work and a time to sleep and it’s all jumbled together right now. Which means I’m falling asleep when I’m supposed to be alert and vice versa.

Hard to concentrate with all the “brain fog.”

Like the other day. I was reading some reports my agent sent to me when I realized something was odd about the paper. It was thicker than normal and it smelled like hay.

I pushed it out from under the steps into the light and what do you know. The texture was different too. Rough.

Next thing you know I took a bite in the bottom left corner where nobody would notice and that was the end of reading reports. Because the paper was made out of oat hay and it was delicious.

I couldn’t believe it.  What an invention.

“Hay paper” would be the biggest seller ever. Something for humans and rabbits alike. No waste.

The more I chewed the more I wondered how my agent kept it a secret from me. Nobody mentioned anything on our team calls.

Well, right in the middle of all this I hear “Belinda!”

My roommate. Making a big racket when she knows I’m trying to work.

“Belinda!”

I kept eating the hay paper. Maybe she would go back upstairs.

“Wake up! You’re eating your reports!”

My head jerked so I could see where she was. Then I looked down.

My papers were a big mess. Scattered around and ripped. I spit out  a few scraps.

The whole thing had been a dream.

And if that weren't bad enough, the next day I was walking up to the kitchen and I fell asleep on the stairs. My roommate found me a few hours later.

She didn’t say anything but I know she told my agent.  As long as I get my work done it's nobody business.

For example, I’m writing this blog at 2 a.m. and who cares. 

Sincerely,

Belinda,

Spokesrabbit, Small Pet Select

Hello. It’s Belinda.

I hope you had a good week.
As for me, I’ve really been “putting my nose to the grindstone.” If you want to know the truth.
And I don’t mean just the regular work. Meetings and hay tastings and all that.

No, I’m cooking up something new. A “side hustle.”

That's right. I'm taking a second job. I need the money. 

This all came from that company policy re: comments on my blog. As in I’m not allowed to have them and that’s a big problem for me.
Because I follow what Dale Carnegie says in his book. “The end justifies the means.” 
I may have crossed a line when I hacked into the blog and added a comment box. But more than 80 of my friends used it to leave messages on my work anniversary. And I got to write back.

So it was worth it.

Well the tech team changed the password behind my back. I tried for three hours to hack in again and I said forget it. I have better things to do with my evenings.

Which brings me to why I suddenly need money. 

I’m going to start my own blog.

How about that.
Not sure what I'm going to call it. Maybe "Belinda Says Hi" or something along those lines. I have to ask my notary about the laws.

Also it will have a comment box at the top and at the bottom. In fact the whole blog might be one big page of comments and that would be fine with me. 
Anyway, that’s what kept me so busy all week. Researching how to do it. 
Some companies I found say they can have your blog up and running in a few hours. Come on. I wasn't born yesterday.
There’s a lot of “scams” on the internet so I have to use my street smarts. Dig around in the fine print.

Another glitch is I have not received any paychecks yet.  Not sure what the delay is. All I know is I need some cash to pay the blog company and get hooked up to Wi-Fi.
Plus I can’t use my Small Pet Select computer for a personal blog so I’ll be looking for a used laptop. Any brand will do. It doesn’t have to be fancy.
There’s a lot to learn but a year ago I learned how to be a spokesrabbit so I’ll be fine. The trick is finding work I can schedule around my day job. 
I searched for “overnight part-time jobs” on the internet and there were 59,030. Which is plenty.

The funny thing is my agent said I don’t have time to answer comments on my blog. Says I have enough work already.
And now the whole team thinks I can’t manage my time.
Won’t they be surprised when they find out I’m pulling "double shifts."

Sincerely,

Belinda,

Spokesrabbit, Small Pet Select

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