Willie: Sales Meetings

    If you work in sales like I do, then you’re probably as fortunate as I am to experience “sales meetings” and the accompanying “sales huddles”. In the world of commissioned sales, there’s never a reason to work only 40 hours a week. My manager is a genius when it comes to ensuring that we start [...]

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    Willie: Yet Another Open Letter, This Time For The Lunch Offender

    C’mon, dude. The new Willie is putting a lot of work these days. I sweat through my suit every single day because I believe in being successful at what I do, and increasing the company’s bottom line. The only period of solace that I get during the day is that hour (or less) that I [...]

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    Willie:Open Letter To The Dude That Came To Work Sick

    Dear Ol’ Dude: Just for the record, we’re still cool. I know that I have trouble remembering your name, but i’ll eventually get it. Anyway – here’s my gripe: While I can appreciate the fact that you work just as hard as anyone in this building, there are certain times where you just have to [...]

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    Willie: Trying To Understand “Self-Evaluations”

    In light of recent events, let me first disclaim that this post has nothing to do with anything at my current employer. This is about a general concept based on past experiences. Besides, the new Willie wouldn’t put his company on blast. I’ve never fully understood the concept of “self evaluations”. (Honestly, never partially understood [...]

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    Willie: Open Letter To The Young Folks At Work

    Dear young people at the job: I wanted to take a few moments to share some of my new found universal wisdom with you. Because of my recent enlightenment and current probational status, i’ve learned to look at the workplace in a completely different light. I was once where you are: young, spirited, vibrant, eager [...]

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    Requiem For A 3 Day Weekend

    I woke up this morning and rejoiced, because I realized that my life is so much better than yours. While the rest of you were slumbering away your Saturday to kick off the 3 day weekend, I was in full suit and tie at the crack of dawn. I pulled down an 8 hour shift [...]

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    Willie: Sales Meetings

    If you work in sales like I do, then you’re probably as fortunate as I am to experience “sales meetings” and the accompanying “sales huddles”. In the world of commissioned sales, there’s never a reason to work only 40 hours a week. My manager is a genius when it comes to ensuring that we start our work days as early as humanly possible, and ending them well after you mere mortals would typically end your work day.

    Up until a year ago, we had a weekly sales conference call on Monday mornings at 7am, hosted by our ever so gracious Regional Sales Manager. The calls didn’t really focus on sales, but played out as a roll call / cheerleading session where each branch in the company would scream into the telephone to prove that they were the most awake. For about the last 30 minutes or so, the regional dude would talk about market numbers that made little or no sense to our feeble minds, then sent us on our way.

    About 6 months ago, we were graced with the arrival of a second weekly call, this one on Friday. The Friday call reviews the numbers that were issued on Monday, and gives each branch another opportunity to out-scream the others.

    And now in an effort to impress his supervisor, my manager holds “sales huddles” twice a day. The morning huddles are designed to repeat what our regional guy said on the Monday call, and to praise my colleagues who are knocking their numbers out of the park. It’s also an opportune time to publicly humiliate those employees who aren’t quite making the cut, or at the very least not fixing their numbers like the top sales guys in my office usually do. This is also where we make our daily sales commitments.

    We also have an afternoon huddle at 5, which realls serves to prevent anyone from leaving work at what they might consider a reasonable time. This huddles is used to compare our daily sales results to our commitments, and to address any operational concerns. The old Willie hated the afternoon huddles because he was accustomed to running out the door at 4:59 every day. The new Willie relishes having to spend a full hour in an evening huddle, and being released from said meeting with at least another hour of work and report-generating waiting at his desk. I  can never spend too much time at work.

    You wanna know the most brilliant part about having all of these meetings? I ran the numbers, and I spend about 8 hours a week in meetings. That’s a full workday for most of you. Be jealous. While i’m working the equivalent of 6 days each week, I take pride in knowing that i’m spending a solid day each week listening to people cheer and talk about the same set of numbers every single day.

    Willie: Yet Another Open Letter, This Time For The Lunch Offender

    C’mon, dude.

    The new Willie is putting a lot of work these days. I sweat through my suit every single day because I believe in being successful at what I do, and increasing the company’s bottom line. The only period of solace that I get during the day is that hour (or less) that I get in the middle of the day for lunch.

    Yesterday I got up extra early to grill a nice, fresh chicken breast for lunch, along with some broccoli and rice. I’m trying to get right, you know. I packaged it in an airtight, recyclable plastic container and then wrapped the whole thing in a Target bag. Secured with a knot, mind you. You’d have to cut it open to get into it.

    So imagine my dismay when I open the fridge at lunch, only to discover that the bag had been torn open. Somebody opened the bag to see what was in it! They couldn’t have possibly confused it for another Target bag, because mine was the only one in there. But I see these types at every job – lunch molesters. They troll through the fridge looking for bits and pieces of other people’s food because they’re too _______ cheap to get their own.

    Sorry – the new Willie got a little carried away. That’s not in my nature.

    Luckily, the food inside my container was untouched. I launched an immediate inquiry, but couldn’t turn up any leads. Nobody wants to be a breakroom snitch. I get it. Somebody’s lunch gets molested and nobody wants to do anything about it? Fine. I’m watching all of you. Whenever you go into the breakroom i’m right behind you, breathing over your shoulder.

    I will  find out who violated my lunch, and you will answer to me. Believe that.

    Willie:Open Letter To The Dude That Came To Work Sick

    Dear Ol’ Dude:

    Just for the record, we’re still cool. I know that I have trouble remembering your name, but i’ll eventually get it. Anyway – here’s my gripe:

    While I can appreciate the fact that you work just as hard as anyone in this building, there are certain times where you just have to stay home. I hardly ever get sick, and when I do it’s usually because of coworkers who show up and spread their sickness around. Case in point: you showing up at work with pinkeye the week before last.

    When I shook your hand that Thursday morning and saw your crusty, reddened eye, I knew it was too late. I ran to the restroom and immediately washed my hands. If I could have doused my eyes with hand sanitizer without the fear of blindness, I would have. That Friday, I woke up with a little dryness in my eye. That Saturday, pinkeye was in full effect.

    As you should know by now, the new Willie hates to miss work. I would have gladly gouged my eye out if it meant not having to call in, but having two eyes is pretty important to me. Do you know how hard it was for me to call in last Monday? I can’t lie – I cursed your name not because you gave me pinkeye, but because you kept me away from the one thing that has come to define my life – my job. While it’s true that I went to the doctor and he prescribed some stuff that cleared it up by Tuesday, I reluctantly volunteered to call in for the rest of the week because 1)I didn’t want any latent / residual traces of pinkeye to infect anybody else and 2), I wanted to see if you had infected others.

    So as I sat home all week and caught up on my DVR viewing, longing to return to work even though I was medically cleared to do so, my thoughts went out to those who may have been affected by your indiscretion. Like I said – we’re still cool, but you need to keep your sickness at home next time.

    Willie


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