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 7 comments
Labels: cell phones, fire, the colonel
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
There Is A Teenager In My House!
We thought 14 was tough. People said, "Oh, yes, 14 is a difficult age - just wait, it gets better." Then, she turned 15. It wasn't 14, but I am not sure "better" is the right word. Now, she's 16 - 4 months into being 16.
Oh yeah, there's drama 24-7. Highs and lows of possible relationships. It's not fair that her friends don't keep getting "hurt" and she does. But, don't try and offer a reason or solution, what could we possibly know?
Yesterday, I watched my child go from the mountain top to the valley - all because a boy she thinks she likes, according to a third party who wasn't present, told my child that he put his arm around Holly. Holly?!?
This set off a flurry of text messages trying to fish for information without giving any up.
They need the very best of cell phones to send text messages. Actually call?? Mom! No!
And do they leave voice messages if they happen to call? No, because, "they'll see I called and will call back."
So, mass quantities of tears were flowing from our daughter's bedroom. She's swearing off boys forever.
Unless.....Holly is lying....text text text......
Posted by Lynda at 3:54 PM 7 comments
Labels: boys, cell phones, sixteen, teens, text
