Steve U. picked me up at home this morning and we both wended our way to the Woodbury showroom.
For those of us who had arrived early, there was a note to finish tagging the main floor for the Mother’s day sale which began on Friday May 1st., and then to meet in the “Rug” Department at 9:20a.m. So three of us gathered at the rugs, only to hear that the store manager, Randy D. decided to move the morning meeting to the Design Center.
The meeting was an endless drone of boring stuff read from a printed agenda page.
My first Up was good. I sold a clock to Mr. H. and son. my second Up was also good. I sold a sofa, love seat, chair and ottoman to John and Francy D.
I received a page to go and see Randy D. at his office. Also present was our Sales Manager, Reese H. Randy D. began by berating me. A colleague had brought it to his attention that I had a bad attitude. He asked me if I enjoyed my work and I told him frankly, no! I told him how frustrated I was with being unsuccessful in sales and the reasons why. I went back to work on the showroom floor.
My third Up was painful. I chased Sam and Mrs. B. around the showroom for almost an hour. Believing them to be in the bedrooms area, I waited patiently at Kiosk 4. After some time I went to check on them but they were nowhere to be found. I went downstairs to put myself back on the board and low and behold, Lindsey L was talking to them. Subsequently she sold them a chaise for $799.00. I suspect that Lindsey L. did not ask who had greeted them and just assumed that it would be OK to take the sale. I was disappointed and tried hard not to let the event ruin my day.
I have reached the regrettable realization that I may have squandered my life. I did a quick count recently and figured that I have visited about 66 countries, and lived for more than 3 years in 3 of them. During this time I completed 14 corporate moves (relocations) and have changed my address more than 23 times. I should have settled on a profession that would have kept me in one place with no packing and unpacking.
When I think of the time I have spent bundling my life into and out of boxes. Ah well, it's all water under the bridge. But I am grateful for the experience. At the end of the day I will be able to say with a certain authority, "been there, done that".
A note about this site’s Header Image The Header image for this site is of the Smith Avenue High Bridge. The bridge was built in 1889 and carries Minnesota State Highway 149 across its span of 2770 feet, 160 feet above the mighty Mississippi River. The picture was taken from the river looking to the north-east and downtown Saint Paul. The bridge is about 1040 miles from New Orleans.
One of the reasons I like this view is that I come from a city which has a spectacular bridge. It’s the Clifton Suspension Bridge http://www.ikbrunel.org.uk/clifton-suspension-bridge which spans the Avon Gorge and the River Avon in Bristol, U.K. It’s about 1350 feet long and stands 245 feet above the river below. Sadly it has claimed the lives of more than 400 people who have committed suicide by jumping from the bridge. As a side note, not all attempts were successful. two small girls thrown off the bridge by their deranged father survived the fall when they were fished from the river by the crew of a passing pilot boat.
The bridge was opened in 1864 and was designed by the 24 year old architect, Isambard Kingdom brunel. It took 35 years to complete.