Another post regarding the Colonel. For those of you who aren't familiar with the Colonel, he is my coworker who couldn't sell ice water to people in Hell has the title of, "Senior Sales Manager."
He is doing his very best to be disengaged from his job. He calls virtually no one. He doesn't leave the office, and is completely NOT a people person.
That's the bare minimum. As some of you know, the Big Cheese flew into town a week or so ago and gave the Colonel the option of retaining his position by making at least 25 calls a day. Not too difficult a task in my opinion. For three days after the Big Cheese left, virtually no calls were made.
Well, last week... starting around Wednesday, the calling started up. It's freaking me out that he's actually doing something. Sooooooooooo, I found out from the almost-Big Cheese (a VP) that the Colonel is now being "tracked" and he knows it.
Nothing like a little fire under your hiney to get you moving.
You should hear him when someone actually calls him back. It's like a freaking miracle - lol!
Oh, this is big fun!!
Monday, February 9, 2009
Tracking
Posted by Lynda at 9:12 AM
Labels: cell phones, fire, the colonel
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7 comments:
So, the cheese watches his calls and such, huh?
Is it warm in Texas these days? Warming up so nicely here, and wouldn't it be great if it stuck around...
Lynda this IS better than a soap
Well its about time.
How cute :)
Sorta like those blog tracking devices that some of my bloggy friends use to tell who's been there and from where? Wow, you've got a regular CIA operation going on there! PS: I'm having another Pop'rs Giveaway, and I KNOW you want to enter!
"Trackers for the Slackers." That sounds like a governmental "big brother" type thing.
I will truly miss the Colonel and his "little package" if he gets the boot, he provides great blog fodder.
Keep us posted...25 calls a day, it must be killing him to work that hard.
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