My Local Rolex AD Has Transformed My Life!
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My local Rolex AD has transformed my life for the better.
Seriously, and measurably:
- My employer is now sending me on very expensive residential training courses, with very marketable qualifications at the end;
- I’m joining a local yacht club;
- I have much more free time now that I can bring myself to say ‘no’;
- I seem to be having more sex;
- (And the big one!) Not sure yet, but it is possible that next time a conservatory roof salesman tries bullying me in my own sitting room, I’ll be able to throw him out rather than continuously apologising!
And all this is thanks to my local AD who is never, ever, ever, going to sell me a new Rolex.
Now, whenever I find myself slipping back into my habitual don’t upset anyone / don’t risk a humiliating rejection / let others go first . . . . I just channel the inner rage and resentment that flowed from that specific dawning realisation, and become the assertive and confident person I wanted to be ever since I sat in that local authority children’s home waiting for adoption. All I have to when I realise I am about to roll over and let someone piss on me is silently recite thrice the incantation ”Rolex AD” and I cease to be Bruce Banner and turn into . . . (s
t, bad example!).
It was over a year ago that I plucked up the courage to walk into the AD. Second one I’d tried. I’m after an AirKing as a work daily - I’m an Analyst / Data Scientist / highly trained philosopher / poet (don’t get paid for the last two!) – it would be the perfect watch for the job, and I find them genuinely attractive.
The AD is very polite. Very kind. Very understanding. Very solicitous. Checks I am local. I try on a pre-owned AirKing on for size . . . . generously, they tell me I am absolutely welcome to purchase that one - it’s only 196% of the RRP of the new one (not exactly how they phrased it), and comes with a box and a guarantee!
So, I’m on “the list”. I also asked for a Deep Sea for “big birthday” in 2024, but even the suave store manager (think the cuddly-on-the-inside hotel manager in “Pretty Woman”) couldn’t quite supress a faint smile at that request.
Time passes. My wife has a much wider circle of friends than me – some of them are what others might unkindly call “trophy wives”, but they tend to be the smartest, sweetest, kindest, and – definitely – the funniest people I know. Turns out their husbands are able to walk in and get whatever stainless steel sports watch their fancy takes them in a few days, couple of weeks, a month, tops.
And their husbands’ mates, with the old ”tell him I sent you” move. What do we reckon - 50/50 split between spur of the moment present to themselves, and a quick flip to fund a short break in New York? Mates of mates, golf club mates, someone with an apartment in Marbella (even Sunny Beach in Bulgaria swings it!) that’s available for a week at Easter. They’re all leaping energetically to the front of the queue.
I now realise that the AD has absolutely no intention of selling me an AirKing (or a Deep Sea!), unless and until, of course, the market collapses and no one higher up the pecking order wants one. And I am certainly not going to buy a flipped watch and put money in the pockets of those tossers who will only give me the time of day (ho ho) when they want something.
An epiphany.
Just filled in an application for membership of one of the local yacht clubs, and even dropped it off in person. A year ago I could never have done it: “but what if they say ‘no’?” Now, I just think . . . “fk ‘em . . . ”.
I’m much more bolshie and assertive at work – not about the work because I was always well on top of that, but about my employment.
If only I could have not purchased a Rolex thirty years ago. Trouble is, I couldn’t have afforded one then. And if I could have, then it was just a matter of walking into a shop. Or flicking through the pages of ‘Exchange & Mart’ or ‘Loot’ (readers who aren’t of a certain age, ask your parents).
So, sincere (OK, maybe not) thanks to my local AD. You’ve transformed my life.
Seriously, and measurably:
- My employer is now sending me on very expensive residential training courses, with very marketable qualifications at the end;
- I’m joining a local yacht club;
- I have much more free time now that I can bring myself to say ‘no’;
- I seem to be having more sex;
- (And the big one!) Not sure yet, but it is possible that next time a conservatory roof salesman tries bullying me in my own sitting room, I’ll be able to throw him out rather than continuously apologising!
And all this is thanks to my local AD who is never, ever, ever, going to sell me a new Rolex.
Now, whenever I find myself slipping back into my habitual don’t upset anyone / don’t risk a humiliating rejection / let others go first . . . . I just channel the inner rage and resentment that flowed from that specific dawning realisation, and become the assertive and confident person I wanted to be ever since I sat in that local authority children’s home waiting for adoption. All I have to when I realise I am about to roll over and let someone piss on me is silently recite thrice the incantation ”Rolex AD” and I cease to be Bruce Banner and turn into . . . (s
t, bad example!).It was over a year ago that I plucked up the courage to walk into the AD. Second one I’d tried. I’m after an AirKing as a work daily - I’m an Analyst / Data Scientist / highly trained philosopher / poet (don’t get paid for the last two!) – it would be the perfect watch for the job, and I find them genuinely attractive.
The AD is very polite. Very kind. Very understanding. Very solicitous. Checks I am local. I try on a pre-owned AirKing on for size . . . . generously, they tell me I am absolutely welcome to purchase that one - it’s only 196% of the RRP of the new one (not exactly how they phrased it), and comes with a box and a guarantee!
So, I’m on “the list”. I also asked for a Deep Sea for “big birthday” in 2024, but even the suave store manager (think the cuddly-on-the-inside hotel manager in “Pretty Woman”) couldn’t quite supress a faint smile at that request.
Time passes. My wife has a much wider circle of friends than me – some of them are what others might unkindly call “trophy wives”, but they tend to be the smartest, sweetest, kindest, and – definitely – the funniest people I know. Turns out their husbands are able to walk in and get whatever stainless steel sports watch their fancy takes them in a few days, couple of weeks, a month, tops.
And their husbands’ mates, with the old ”tell him I sent you” move. What do we reckon - 50/50 split between spur of the moment present to themselves, and a quick flip to fund a short break in New York? Mates of mates, golf club mates, someone with an apartment in Marbella (even Sunny Beach in Bulgaria swings it!) that’s available for a week at Easter. They’re all leaping energetically to the front of the queue.
I now realise that the AD has absolutely no intention of selling me an AirKing (or a Deep Sea!), unless and until, of course, the market collapses and no one higher up the pecking order wants one. And I am certainly not going to buy a flipped watch and put money in the pockets of those tossers who will only give me the time of day (ho ho) when they want something.
An epiphany.
Just filled in an application for membership of one of the local yacht clubs, and even dropped it off in person. A year ago I could never have done it: “but what if they say ‘no’?” Now, I just think . . . “f
k ‘em . . . ”.I’m much more bolshie and assertive at work – not about the work because I was always well on top of that, but about my employment.
If only I could have not purchased a Rolex thirty years ago. Trouble is, I couldn’t have afforded one then. And if I could have, then it was just a matter of walking into a shop. Or flicking through the pages of ‘Exchange & Mart’ or ‘Loot’ (readers who aren’t of a certain age, ask your parents).
So, sincere (OK, maybe not) thanks to my local AD. You’ve transformed my life.
Lol thanks for that :-)
I’ve been reflecting on Rolex ownership lately and I’ve come to realise it (yes just the one ‘piece’ in my collection) makes me feel like a bellend every time I wear it in public, and when someone notices it, I just want the Earth to open up and swallow me in an instant.
I feel like a fool for buying it. Trouble is, I’ll either get robbed trying to sell it privately or have my pants pulled down by some watch dealer. I’m kind of stuck with it really. Maybe they will become less ttty in a few years time.
I’ve been reflecting on Rolex ownership lately and I’ve come to realise it (yes just the one ‘piece’ in my collection) makes me feel like a bellend every time I wear it in public, and when someone notices it, I just want the Earth to open up and swallow me in an instant.
I feel like a fool for buying it. Trouble is, I’ll either get robbed trying to sell it privately or have my pants pulled down by some watch dealer. I’m kind of stuck with it really. Maybe they will become less t
tty in a few years time. Octoposse said:
My local Rolex AD has transformed my life for the better.
Seriously, and measurably:
- My employer is now sending me on very expensive residential training courses, with very marketable qualifications at the end;
- I’m joining a local yacht club;
- I have much more free time now that I can bring myself to say ‘no’;
- I seem to be having more sex;
- (And the big one!) Not sure yet, but it is possible that next time a conservatory roof salesman tries bullying me in my own sitting room, I’ll be able to throw him out rather than continuously apologising!
And all this is thanks to my local AD who is never, ever, ever, going to sell me a new Rolex.
Now, whenever I find myself slipping back into my habitual don’t upset anyone / don’t risk a humiliating rejection / let others go first . . . . I just channel the inner rage and resentment that flowed from that specific dawning realisation, and become the assertive and confident person I wanted to be ever since I sat in that local authority children’s home waiting for adoption. All I have to when I realise I am about to roll over and let someone piss on me is silently recite thrice the incantation ”Rolex AD” and I cease to be Bruce Banner and turn into . . . (st, bad example!).
It was over a year ago that I plucked up the courage to walk into the AD. Second one I’d tried. I’m after an AirKing as a work daily - I’m an Analyst / Data Scientist / highly trained philosopher / poet (don’t get paid for the last two!) – it would be the perfect watch for the job, and I find them genuinely attractive.
The AD is very polite. Very kind. Very understanding. Very solicitous. Checks I am local. I try on a pre-owned AirKing on for size . . . . generously, they tell me I am absolutely welcome to purchase that one - it’s only 196% of the RRP of the new one (not exactly how they phrased it), and comes with a box and a guarantee!
So, I’m on “the list”. I also asked for a Deep Sea for “big birthday” in 2024, but even the suave store manager (think the cuddly-on-the-inside hotel manager in “Pretty Woman”) couldn’t quite supress a faint smile at that request.
Time passes. My wife has a much wider circle of friends than me – some of them are what others might unkindly call “trophy wives”, but they tend to be the smartest, sweetest, kindest, and – definitely – the funniest people I know. Turns out their husbands are able to walk in and get whatever stainless steel sports watch their fancy takes them in a few days, couple of weeks, a month, tops.
And their husbands’ mates, with the old ”tell him I sent you” move. What do we reckon - 50/50 split between spur of the moment present to themselves, and a quick flip to fund a short break in New York? Mates of mates, golf club mates, someone with an apartment in Marbella (even Sunny Beach in Bulgaria swings it!) that’s available for a week at Easter. They’re all leaping energetically to the front of the queue.
I now realise that the AD has absolutely no intention of selling me an AirKing (or a Deep Sea!), unless and until, of course, the market collapses and no one higher up the pecking order wants one. And I am certainly not going to buy a flipped watch and put money in the pockets of those tossers who will only give me the time of day (ho ho) when they want something.
An epiphany.
Just filled in an application for membership of one of the local yacht clubs, and even dropped it off in person. A year ago I could never have done it: “but what if they say ‘no’?” Now, I just think . . . “fk ‘em . . . ”.
I’m much more bolshie and assertive at work – not about the work because I was always well on top of that, but about my employment.
If only I could have not purchased a Rolex thirty years ago. Trouble is, I couldn’t have afforded one then. And if I could have, then it was just a matter of walking into a shop. Or flicking through the pages of ‘Exchange & Mart’ or ‘Loot’ (readers who aren’t of a certain age, ask your parents).
So, sincere (OK, maybe not) thanks to my local AD. You’ve transformed my life.
WOW!!!! Seriously, and measurably:
- My employer is now sending me on very expensive residential training courses, with very marketable qualifications at the end;
- I’m joining a local yacht club;
- I have much more free time now that I can bring myself to say ‘no’;
- I seem to be having more sex;
- (And the big one!) Not sure yet, but it is possible that next time a conservatory roof salesman tries bullying me in my own sitting room, I’ll be able to throw him out rather than continuously apologising!
And all this is thanks to my local AD who is never, ever, ever, going to sell me a new Rolex.
Now, whenever I find myself slipping back into my habitual don’t upset anyone / don’t risk a humiliating rejection / let others go first . . . . I just channel the inner rage and resentment that flowed from that specific dawning realisation, and become the assertive and confident person I wanted to be ever since I sat in that local authority children’s home waiting for adoption. All I have to when I realise I am about to roll over and let someone piss on me is silently recite thrice the incantation ”Rolex AD” and I cease to be Bruce Banner and turn into . . . (s
t, bad example!).It was over a year ago that I plucked up the courage to walk into the AD. Second one I’d tried. I’m after an AirKing as a work daily - I’m an Analyst / Data Scientist / highly trained philosopher / poet (don’t get paid for the last two!) – it would be the perfect watch for the job, and I find them genuinely attractive.
The AD is very polite. Very kind. Very understanding. Very solicitous. Checks I am local. I try on a pre-owned AirKing on for size . . . . generously, they tell me I am absolutely welcome to purchase that one - it’s only 196% of the RRP of the new one (not exactly how they phrased it), and comes with a box and a guarantee!
So, I’m on “the list”. I also asked for a Deep Sea for “big birthday” in 2024, but even the suave store manager (think the cuddly-on-the-inside hotel manager in “Pretty Woman”) couldn’t quite supress a faint smile at that request.
Time passes. My wife has a much wider circle of friends than me – some of them are what others might unkindly call “trophy wives”, but they tend to be the smartest, sweetest, kindest, and – definitely – the funniest people I know. Turns out their husbands are able to walk in and get whatever stainless steel sports watch their fancy takes them in a few days, couple of weeks, a month, tops.
And their husbands’ mates, with the old ”tell him I sent you” move. What do we reckon - 50/50 split between spur of the moment present to themselves, and a quick flip to fund a short break in New York? Mates of mates, golf club mates, someone with an apartment in Marbella (even Sunny Beach in Bulgaria swings it!) that’s available for a week at Easter. They’re all leaping energetically to the front of the queue.
I now realise that the AD has absolutely no intention of selling me an AirKing (or a Deep Sea!), unless and until, of course, the market collapses and no one higher up the pecking order wants one. And I am certainly not going to buy a flipped watch and put money in the pockets of those tossers who will only give me the time of day (ho ho) when they want something.
An epiphany.
Just filled in an application for membership of one of the local yacht clubs, and even dropped it off in person. A year ago I could never have done it: “but what if they say ‘no’?” Now, I just think . . . “f
k ‘em . . . ”.I’m much more bolshie and assertive at work – not about the work because I was always well on top of that, but about my employment.
If only I could have not purchased a Rolex thirty years ago. Trouble is, I couldn’t have afforded one then. And if I could have, then it was just a matter of walking into a shop. Or flicking through the pages of ‘Exchange & Mart’ or ‘Loot’ (readers who aren’t of a certain age, ask your parents).
So, sincere (OK, maybe not) thanks to my local AD. You’ve transformed my life.
Oz83 said:
Lol thanks for that :-)
I’ve been reflecting on Rolex ownership lately and I’ve come to realise it (yes just the one ‘piece’ in my collection) makes me feel like a bellend every time I wear it in public, and when someone notices it, I just want the Earth to open up and swallow me in an instant.
I feel like a fool for buying it. Trouble is, I’ll either get robbed trying to sell it privately or have my pants pulled down by some watch dealer. I’m kind of stuck with it really. Maybe they will become less ttty in a few years time.
Yes, I feel that too. You need less self-awareness mate.I’ve been reflecting on Rolex ownership lately and I’ve come to realise it (yes just the one ‘piece’ in my collection) makes me feel like a bellend every time I wear it in public, and when someone notices it, I just want the Earth to open up and swallow me in an instant.
I feel like a fool for buying it. Trouble is, I’ll either get robbed trying to sell it privately or have my pants pulled down by some watch dealer. I’m kind of stuck with it really. Maybe they will become less t
tty in a few years time. Super Sonic said:
Rolex is all about showing others you've 'achieved something'. In reality it just shows you've achieved buying a Rolex.
I am not into watches at all, but like 99.999% of people I have heard of Rolex. The definitive Rolex to me is the Pepsi, it is the most instantly recognisable watch they make (to me anyway)
It's £9K FFS, hardy a lot of money in this day and age, yet owning one to a lot of people (mostly those in a leased Range Rover with Balenciaga Trainers and Turkey teeth) is a sign you have "made it"
Now I am far, far from a powerfully built company director and I drive a shed (not even German one, oh the humanity) but even I could easily buy one of these cash if I wanted one.
I just don't get it, why is owning one seen as so impressive when they are hardly that expensive?
Joey Deacon said:
Super Sonic said:
Rolex is all about showing others you've 'achieved something'. In reality it just shows you've achieved buying a Rolex.
I am not into watches at all, but like 99.999% of people I have heard of Rolex. The definitive Rolex to me is the Pepsi, it is the most instantly recognisable watch they make (to me anyway)It's £9K FFS, hardy a lot of money in this day and age, yet owning one to a lot of people (mostly those in a leased Range Rover with Balenciaga Trainers and Turkey teeth) is a sign you have "made it"
Now I am far, far from a powerfully built company director and I drive a shed (not even German one, oh the humanity) but even I could easily buy one of these cash if I wanted one.
I just don't get it, why is owning one seen as so impressive when they are hardly that expensive?
Joey Deacon said:
I am not into watches at all, but like 99.999% of people I have heard of Rolex. The definitive Rolex to me is the Pepsi, it is the most instantly recognisable watch they make (to me anyway)
It's £9K FFS, hardy a lot of money in this day and age, yet owning one to a lot of people (mostly those in a leased Range Rover with Balenciaga Trainers and Turkey teeth) is a sign you have "made it"
Now I am far, far from a powerfully built company director and I drive a shed (not even German one, oh the humanity) but even I could easily buy one of these cash if I wanted one.
I just don't get it, why is owning one seen as so impressive when they are hardly that expensive?
Parody post from the OP is funny.It's £9K FFS, hardy a lot of money in this day and age, yet owning one to a lot of people (mostly those in a leased Range Rover with Balenciaga Trainers and Turkey teeth) is a sign you have "made it"
Now I am far, far from a powerfully built company director and I drive a shed (not even German one, oh the humanity) but even I could easily buy one of these cash if I wanted one.
I just don't get it, why is owning one seen as so impressive when they are hardly that expensive?
I hear ya Joey, but 9k is a lot for a watch for most people & simply out if the question.
An being a Rolex, actually getting it for list is nigh on impossible.
shambolic said:
But you are a superstar DJ. So you probably own one anyway.
I don't own any watch, not even a Casio g Shock. I use my four year old Honor 8X phone that I bought for £229, I bet it keeps better time than any Rolex.I drive a shed, I buy my clothes at Next, I have a four year old Android phone and I don't even own a watch. I guess I must face up to the fact I am a pauper.
Joey Deacon said:
I am not into watches at all, but like 99.999% of people I have heard of Rolex. The definitive Rolex to me is the Pepsi, it is the most instantly recognisable watch they make (to me anyway)
It's £9K FFS, hardy a lot of money in this day and age, yet owning one to a lot of people (mostly those in a leased Range Rover with Balenciaga Trainers and Turkey teeth) is a sign you have "made it"
Now I am far, far from a powerfully built company director and I drive a shed (not even German one, oh the humanity) but even I could easily buy one of these cash if I wanted one.
I just don't get it, why is owning one seen as so impressive when they are hardly that expensive?
And this is the trick they’ve pulled. Obviously ‘you’ couldn’t get one. That’s the rub, your £9k isn’t as good as someone else’s £9k. It's £9K FFS, hardy a lot of money in this day and age, yet owning one to a lot of people (mostly those in a leased Range Rover with Balenciaga Trainers and Turkey teeth) is a sign you have "made it"
Now I am far, far from a powerfully built company director and I drive a shed (not even German one, oh the humanity) but even I could easily buy one of these cash if I wanted one.
I just don't get it, why is owning one seen as so impressive when they are hardly that expensive?
okgo said:
And this is the trick they’ve pulled. Obviously ‘you’ couldn’t get one. That’s the rub, your £9k isn’t as good as someone else’s £9k.
Exactly - and I’m as angry at myself as I am at them, for falling for it! It’s pressed and hit all my buttons / tender spots / insecurities / chips on shoulder accumulated as a lifelong outsider. So when I hear of others getting a “we’ve got a couple of these in, are you interested?” calls, unsolicited, without the humiliating interview for the non-existent “list” my piss tends to boil (well, that few drops remaining after the AD took the rest)!
Octoposse said:
okgo said:
And this is the trick they’ve pulled. Obviously ‘you’ couldn’t get one. That’s the rub, your £9k isn’t as good as someone else’s £9k.
Exactly - and I’m as angry at myself as I am at them, for falling for it! It’s pressed and hit all my buttons / tender spots / insecurities / chips on shoulder accumulated as a lifelong outsider. So when I hear of others getting a “we’ve got a couple of these in, are you interested?” calls, unsolicited, without the humiliating interview for the non-existent “list” my piss tends to boil (well, that few drops remaining after the AD took the rest)!
I guess I had better face up to the fact that I am not the sort of person Rolex want to allow to wear one of their watches. I am not a powerfully built company director, I am not a member of a Golf club or Masonic Lodge, I am not the loudest person at the bar at said Golf Club.
So what you are saying is there is an exclusive club for people to be allowed to buy a Rolex, and you feel like a failure because you have not met all the entrance criteria?
Joey Deacon said:
I am not into watches at all, but like 99.999% of people I have heard of Rolex. The definitive Rolex to me is the Pepsi, it is the most instantly recognisable watch they make (to me anyway)
It's £9K FFS, hardy a lot of money in this day and age, yet owning one to a lot of people (mostly those in a leased Range Rover with Balenciaga Trainers and Turkey teeth) is a sign you have "made it"
Now I am far, far from a powerfully built company director and I drive a shed (not even German one, oh the humanity) but even I could easily buy one of these cash if I wanted one.
I just don't get it, why is owning one seen as so impressive when they are hardly that expensive?
£9k is a lot of Blue Peter silver milk bottle tops, and you were supposed to use them to convert your house for disabled access (ramps etc), not spending them on a blooming watch!!It's £9K FFS, hardy a lot of money in this day and age, yet owning one to a lot of people (mostly those in a leased Range Rover with Balenciaga Trainers and Turkey teeth) is a sign you have "made it"
Now I am far, far from a powerfully built company director and I drive a shed (not even German one, oh the humanity) but even I could easily buy one of these cash if I wanted one.
I just don't get it, why is owning one seen as so impressive when they are hardly that expensive?
.Joey Deacon said:
This is how I imagine a preferred AD customer to be
I guess I had better face up to the fact that I am not the sort of person Rolex want to allow to wear one of their watches. I am not a powerfully built company director, I am not a member of a Golf club or Masonic Lodge, I am not the loudest person at the bar at said Golf Club.
So what you are saying is there is an exclusive club for people to be allowed to buy a Rolex, and you feel like a failure because you have not met all the entrance criteria?
In a nutshell. Certainly in my neck of the woods. Plus then getting my nose rubbed in it.I guess I had better face up to the fact that I am not the sort of person Rolex want to allow to wear one of their watches. I am not a powerfully built company director, I am not a member of a Golf club or Masonic Lodge, I am not the loudest person at the bar at said Golf Club.
So what you are saying is there is an exclusive club for people to be allowed to buy a Rolex, and you feel like a failure because you have not met all the entrance criteria?
Thanks to the OP for a genuine LOL reading that, and as Homer Simpson once said "It's funny coz its true".
I posted in the 'Rolex Bubble' thread a couple of weeks ago that I had tried to explain the Rolex 'situation' to my Dad whilst we were standing outside a Rolex AD, and he just didn't get it. So I said I'll show you what I mean, lets go in and ask to buy a gents watch, which we did. The salesman smirked at me when I asked what gents watches were available for us to purchase. He actually smirked, before proceeding to tell me, in the smarmiest way possible, that he had no watches available for me to purchase, at all, and perhaps I should 'go downstairs to the Omega and Breiting AD'.
None of that was a surprise to me, apart from perhaps the smirk, even I didn't envisage that level of sheer contempt, but it neatly made the point to my Dad about what it's like trying to spend your hard earned money these days. Many years ago, my Dad had previously bought my Mum a lovely Datejust, from an AD, to mark a special occasions in the past, and simply didn't recognise the experience he just witnessed.
When I wear a Rolex now, I just feel like a complete berk who is trying to show off or flaunt it. It feels conspicuous. It feels like a display of wealth, and that makes me uncomfortable.
For me, it has ceased to become a watch, and has become some kind of ridiculous status symbol.
I don't wear mine much anymore at all, and much prefer wearing Seiko, Breitling, and other brands.
Rolex are still absolutely terrific watches, and hopefully one day, the arse will fall out of the value and the image, and they will become wearable again for people like me who doesn't want the associated image that they have recently developed.
I posted in the 'Rolex Bubble' thread a couple of weeks ago that I had tried to explain the Rolex 'situation' to my Dad whilst we were standing outside a Rolex AD, and he just didn't get it. So I said I'll show you what I mean, lets go in and ask to buy a gents watch, which we did. The salesman smirked at me when I asked what gents watches were available for us to purchase. He actually smirked, before proceeding to tell me, in the smarmiest way possible, that he had no watches available for me to purchase, at all, and perhaps I should 'go downstairs to the Omega and Breiting AD'.
None of that was a surprise to me, apart from perhaps the smirk, even I didn't envisage that level of sheer contempt, but it neatly made the point to my Dad about what it's like trying to spend your hard earned money these days. Many years ago, my Dad had previously bought my Mum a lovely Datejust, from an AD, to mark a special occasions in the past, and simply didn't recognise the experience he just witnessed.
Oz83 said:
Lol thanks for that :-)
I’ve been reflecting on Rolex ownership lately and I’ve come to realise it (yes just the one ‘piece’ in my collection) makes me feel like a bellend every time I wear it in public, and when someone notices it, I just want the Earth to open up and swallow me in an instant.
I feel like a fool for buying it. Trouble is, I’ll either get robbed trying to sell it privately or have my pants pulled down by some watch dealer. I’m kind of stuck with it really. Maybe they will become less ttty in a few years time.
Tend to agree, sadly, and I have posted about this before. 5 Years ago, no one really cared. A Rolex was just a 'fairly nice watch' and didn't really have any associated image. They were just a decent watch for all kinds of people. Engineers, doctors, mechanics, divers, dentists, lawyers, teachers, whoever. I enjoyed wearing mine for work, social, and so on.I’ve been reflecting on Rolex ownership lately and I’ve come to realise it (yes just the one ‘piece’ in my collection) makes me feel like a bellend every time I wear it in public, and when someone notices it, I just want the Earth to open up and swallow me in an instant.
I feel like a fool for buying it. Trouble is, I’ll either get robbed trying to sell it privately or have my pants pulled down by some watch dealer. I’m kind of stuck with it really. Maybe they will become less t
tty in a few years time. When I wear a Rolex now, I just feel like a complete berk who is trying to show off or flaunt it. It feels conspicuous. It feels like a display of wealth, and that makes me uncomfortable.
For me, it has ceased to become a watch, and has become some kind of ridiculous status symbol.
I don't wear mine much anymore at all, and much prefer wearing Seiko, Breitling, and other brands.
Rolex are still absolutely terrific watches, and hopefully one day, the arse will fall out of the value and the image, and they will become wearable again for people like me who doesn't want the associated image that they have recently developed.
Lord Marylebone said:
Thanks to the OP for a genuine LOL reading that, and as Homer Simpson once said "It's funny coz its true".
I posted in the 'Rolex Bubble' thread a couple of weeks ago that I had tried to explain the Rolex 'situation' to my Dad whilst we were standing outside a Rolex AD, and he just didn't get it. So I said I'll show you what I mean, lets go in and ask to buy a gents watch, which we did. The salesman smirked at me when I asked what gents watches were available for us to purchase. He actually smirked, before proceeding to tell me, in the smarmiest way possible, that he had no watches available for me to purchase, at all, and perhaps I should 'go downstairs to the Omega and Breiting AD'.
Which begs the question, if they don't actually have any watches to sell, what do the sales people at Rolex ADs do all day apart from sneer at people they don't think worthy to own one?I posted in the 'Rolex Bubble' thread a couple of weeks ago that I had tried to explain the Rolex 'situation' to my Dad whilst we were standing outside a Rolex AD, and he just didn't get it. So I said I'll show you what I mean, lets go in and ask to buy a gents watch, which we did. The salesman smirked at me when I asked what gents watches were available for us to purchase. He actually smirked, before proceeding to tell me, in the smarmiest way possible, that he had no watches available for me to purchase, at all, and perhaps I should 'go downstairs to the Omega and Breiting AD'.
And they sell 1 million "exclusive" watches a year, so somebody must be getting hold of them? Are the shops actually a front to make the watches appear more exclusive than they are, whilst John who is friends with the owner of the local golf club gets to buy whatever he wants?
I find the whole situation very strange, expensive shops in prominent places but they don't actually have anything to sell.
Joey Deacon said:
Which begs the question, if they don't actually have any watches to sell, what do the sales people at Rolex ADs do all day apart from sneer at people they don't think worthy to own one?
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The AD's are selling more watches than they ever have done, due to production capacity increasing over the years, and consequently more watches available to sell. <snip>
Rolex dealers usually receive their stock for the month in one delivery, and that delivery will be sold out within a few hours/days, usually to:
Their preferred clients, the bigger/regular spenders.
Clients who regularly snap up the less desirable watches, or the solid gold stuff, along with buying the nice pieces.
Clients who buy a fair bit of jewellery and other watch brands from them, which increases their profit due to chunky markups on jewellery.
Gone are the days of them having display cases full of Rolex, showing them to prospective customers all day long, and desperately hoping to clear them by the end of the month, maybe with a couple of discounts.
AD's have never had it so easy, or made so much money for so little work. The most tedious part of their job must be telling at least 10 people per day that they have no watches available.
I can see it from the AD side, but for the ordinary man in the street, who just wants to buy himself a reasonably nice watch without any waiting games or silly nonsense, it is utterly baffling.
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