Okay... door opens... they come out laughing.
Later, the Big Cheese asks us all to lunch. Everyone declines but me. Are you kidding? The sole owner of your company invites you to lunch and you decline??
Alright, so we're in the car and he says to me, "I had a talk with the Colonel. He has to make 25 calls a day and show me he is trying. I'll be back in 90 days."
In the almost-year I have been here, Big Cheese has only been here once. Today.
So, friends, we have at least 3 more months with the Colonel.
The Big Cheese is gone.
Is the Colonel on the phone? NO.
My stapler would be a better salesman.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Reprieve
Posted by Lynda at 1:32 PM
Labels: big cheese, ninety days, the colonel
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7 comments:
25 he better start dialing...
do you think he will quit?
wow he better get busy thats fer sure...
We have a guy here that has to meet a certain goal by March 15th or he's out.. and I can hear him right now... on the phone.. talking about....
Golf Carts.
We don't sell or buy golf carts.
And DUH you don't turn down lunch???? HELLO PEOPLES???
To tell the truth, I think your Big Cheese sounds pretty nice. Comes out, takes folks to dinner and lunch, gives the CO 90 days. Seems pretty nice to me, I mean, the CO could be home right now checking the daytime soaps.....
This was like reading a soap opera..... I loved it. Can´t wait for the continuation!
Does the Colonel really want to keep his job!?! LOL!
90 days is not that long a time. Colonel really should be careful. The Big Cheese is watching. Your stapler could be the new Big Cheese.
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