I could be your virtual assistant.
Come on…! You know you want one. And I’m ideal. I’m cheap, for one thing. And of course, I’m virtual.
As a citizen of the 21st century, I do almost everything on my own personal to do list in a virtual manner. That is to say, I execute virtually everything in cyberspace; meaning I accomplish virtually nothing in actual time and space.
And for a nominal fee, I can do the same for you.
According to the Wall Street Journal, Personal Assistants manage all the bothersome bailiwicks that eat up the good humor of the harried.
Virtual Assistants simply do it online! They never meet their clients, communicating instead by email, instant message, or videoconference. Virtual Assistants maintain an air of mystery, perhaps living continents away from their customers. That’s perfect for me! I can be enigmatic.
Virtual Assistants might be students working their way through college, parents who want to work from home or older people (ahem!) who are semi-retired.
So far, I meet all the stipulations: I’m virtual, mature (!), and mysterious.
Virtual Assistants work selflessly to unsnarl busy people's lives, taking on everything from scheduling their doctor's appointments and coordinating their calendars to finding them the perfect pair of pants. Yeah, that’s me, me, me!
I’m your invisible Man Friday. Jeeves in the Ether. I’m Miss Money-penny in the cloud.
Let’s just run a test case: Consider your hair appointments, for example.
As an industrious person preoccupied with say, feeding the hungry, you cannot devote precious time to personal grooming. But to your dismay, a glimpse in the mirror reveals white roots. You rationalize that white is almost blonde and no one is likely to notice. You consider going white. Then your stomach growls. Let it grow!
Still you must soon acknowledge the sharp demarcation between one inch of white roots and your remaining yellow hair. You consider the expense of professional coloring. Pet your wallet. Soothe it.
You go to the beauty supply store and purchase the chemicals necessary to color your own hair. Don’t forget the rubber gloves and gas mask. Goop up. Rinse.
Finally, save money, if not face, with a no-appointment-necessary visit to Supercuts. And voila! All you need is a cheap pair of shoes to complete your nutty professor ambience.
Please! Let me help you with that. It’s no biggy. A day in the life. I can arrange all those things for you. It’s effortless for me, therefore making me a natural for helping others.
Of course, if you’re a no-nonsense, bottom line kind of person, just want to get the darned haircut, I can set that up for you too.
Let’s say you’ve been putting off getting that membership at the gym. I can do it for you.
Ha ha ha! I don’t mean I can procrastinate for you! I’m pretty busy doing that for myself. So many things not to do!
No, I mean I can sign up at the gym for you. Sure! I’ll take care of all the pesky details. Get your yoga mat and your stretchy pants. Rent a locker and never use it. Heck, for an added premium, I’ll even perspire some virtual sweat for you. Say the word.
I have a client now who says he doesn’t have time to socialize with his friends. (OK. I don’t really have a client. Just run with me on this.)
He doesn’t have time to call people, send cards, go out to lunch, you know, act like a caring human being. So I do all that for him.
He hands over his contact list and I hang out with his friends in virtual reality. I ‘like’ their stuff on Facebook. I ‘lol’ all over the place. They think he’s the greatest, most attentive, thoughtful friend they hardly know. Conversely, he is freed of the burden of interaction and involvement. And I make a little dough.
Win, win, WIN!
Oh yeah, I’m all over this Virtual Assistant thing.
I can charge by the hour or by the job. Fleet rates. Flat rates. We can work out a payment plan so long as your genuine check is in the authentic mail.
Otherwise I’ll have to crack your cybernetic kneecaps.