Kurt Gerwitz

Yesterday, I found some minor errors on a great website yesterday. I quickly emailed the “contact us” link and detailed how to improve. Then, I asked for an account upgrade, which I was granted.

Lessons: 1) Don’t give anything away without asking for something in return. 2) Trade 1s (easy email) for 10s (account access) 3) Don’t be afraid to ask. The worst you can get is a “No.” 4) Ask for more than you expect to receive  

Notice how I earned respect by being cheeky. I suspect I also earned respect for my well cited, easy to read email. 

Today, I’ll spend all day on the site…. and probably email him some more free Quality Assurance work. 

Super GMAT prep internet site : PrepForTests.com

Joel’s response pasted below:  

Thanks very much for informing me about the errors in the tutorials. I’ve fixed both of these but if you spot any more or have any other suggestions for improvements please do get in touch.I’ve given your account unlimited question access (I enjoyed your cheek in asking)Best of luck with your GMAT and I hope you find our site useful

Joel

3/16 actually.

I parked in front of a Vannegan (sp?) with Cathedral School and SLUH stickers on it. Excited, I wanted to leave a note just to say hi. The meter was flashing expired and I put in a dollar, left my business card and walked to meet Hans for lunch. I turned around, deciding to write something on my card. I wrote that I paid the meter, had gone to Cathedral and SLUH ‘97. While I was writing, I spotted some meter maids walking up the street. I was happy that the story got even better!

I had been thinking that it would be cool if I was the hero, like I’ve been twice before paying meters. Yeah, it happens a lot.

I heard mewing all night long. I couldn\’t scurry this small black and white kitten out from an unreachable place. I put out a saucer of milk with some of Norbert\’s catfood.

The next day I watch the thing run under my car. I don\’t see it run out and I look all around under the car, because I don\’t want to kill it driving away.

Assuming I just didn\’t see it\’s ninja-esque exit, i get in the car and do a three point turn around travelling about 15 feet, but finding myself only five feet away from my parking spot, when I hear a distintive meow. I get out, look under the car again since I was near the same spot and not too many places to hide. I chalk it up as a phantom meow and drive about feet still attempting this three point turn. I distinctively hear a meow. As I\’m laying under my car againt the neighbor walking down the street, who has observed my strange three point turn behavior comes to assist. She suggests that it might be a baby crying in the appartment next to us, which has only a screen door. I\’d give any theory credit at this point, since I\’m convinced I\’m going crazy….

Until I pull a black and white kitten out from under my car. He was on the axel.
I kept the cat for a week, just long enough for it to give fleas to my cat and house, and to realize that it was wild, not to me domesticated easily. And then I found 32 dollars.

The tour de france makes me sick, but so does riding my own bike. I puked today and learned about nutrition, too.

Noonan and I used to compete on who could throw up soonest at track practice. Throwing up was a clear sign of working harder than the other fellow. He usually won. Today, Hans said that blood sugar causes is the most likely cause. hmmm… not work ethic, eh?

Quote of the day: I had previously shared with Hans the story of myself vomitting as a middle school student getting up for camp and comsuming cereal and milk. This morning, while I was retasting last nights veggie sandwich, Hans says, “You really are alergic to mornings.”

So I get into Vicky, a 96 Mazda Mx5 with dead battery.

Pop the clutch, turn key , no go on any kinda lights,
pop the brake, shake butt, no go moving the car.

So I get out and push her neutral booty backwards.

Pop my ancle, hop inside, no go on any kinda comfort,
pop the door, slam on brake, no hitting the carriage house.

sigh and breathe.

Peace,
Kurt