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May. 31st, 2007 12:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7Guh. I need a minute here. Coming back from lunch and taking stock. There are a lot of vacant positions at this company, a lot of missing people, but looking around, it seems like there isn’t all that much that’s not getting done. So either we’re just letting stuff slide like mad (and I have dealt with a bit of that; last week I did twelve hours of routine data entry that had been building up since February), or… we’re learning that we can get by quite happily with fewer people.
At the moment I’m going through the database of a sales rep who is no longer with the company, and getting in touch with all of her dealers, apparently to let them know that I’ll be taking care of them now. I will? I guess. If they’re not replacing her, then it seems that there sort of isn’t anyone else. And it seems like an awful lot of dealers for me to be managing, but as I’m going I’m finding a lot of them that actually seem to have been taken over by one of the other account reps and… I don’t really know what’s going on. I’ve always hated making phone calls and was attempting to delude myself into believing that I didn’t mind doing this, but it’s been grating on me a bit today, and I just find myself so reluctant to pick up the phone even though it’s been almost painless every time. (I have had two people ask hard questions and one grouchily inform me that he was sick of this company’s high turnover. I reluctantly had to conclude that he was full of shit when he told me he’d had “forty to fifty” account reps in three years—given that I was staring at the call log right then, and he’d be lucky to have been called 40 times total in those three years, and also there were a grand total of two account reps in this call log. So, yeah, I don’t actually know where he’s coming up with forty. The whole company doesn’t have forty employees, unless you count the actual factory, and the shipping department because I’m not sure we even have forty workers in the factory. [ok hyperbole. I know there are almost a hundred.] But I digress.)
I don’t really want to be a sales person. I can do it, and it’s very good to learn. But it’s not really my area of interest. I am having a great deal of fun reading my predecessor’s call logs. She says odd things in her notes, like, “WOO YEAH!” when someone sells a unit. Um, one unit. $400. And she’s making a big fat commission of… one percent. Yeah. Also she observed that one dealer was “odd… went to a woman’s school… she’s really odd, like a feminist or something. I think I’ll try to keep this an email only relationship because she’s really weird.”
JESUS CHRIST IT’S A FEMINIST GET IN THE CAR.
Sorry, inordinately amusing to me. Especially as the woman in question runs a colon cleansing business. I doubt her feminism is the weirdest thing about her. Celebrity colon-cleansing, no less!!
Anyhow. I got my first paycheck. Fifty cents less per hour than I’d been told, which doesn’t really bother me much yet as I was told it’d be renegotiated anyway and also I had budgeted for being unemployed this summer. But I can’t help but laugh at my odd perceptions of money now; I got the paycheck and it’s just like a paycheck from the airport, except without the whole pile of cash I’d bring home too. I told Z the gross amount and he’s overjoyed, for some reason, that he finally makes more money than me. I’ve informed him he’s my sugar daddy henceforth. Meanwhile I can take this check and go get Healthy NY, as it’s well below the income requirement, so I should have that squared away next week. Oh boy.
Is it just me or do I sound like I’m writing in memo-ese???? Ugh. I’ve been doing a bit of work on the Barbarians_Novel but after such a long dry spell my writing is crap anyway. Let that be a lesson to you—you gotta write every day. Or at least every week. Failing that, every month. Ugh, but it’s good because I had to write some background stuff that wasn’t ever going to be included in a real scene, so I might as well get that out of the way while my writing is nice and shitty.
Anyhoo. Should go get back to calling people. Don’t really want to. Funny, that. Oh well.
At the moment I’m going through the database of a sales rep who is no longer with the company, and getting in touch with all of her dealers, apparently to let them know that I’ll be taking care of them now. I will? I guess. If they’re not replacing her, then it seems that there sort of isn’t anyone else. And it seems like an awful lot of dealers for me to be managing, but as I’m going I’m finding a lot of them that actually seem to have been taken over by one of the other account reps and… I don’t really know what’s going on. I’ve always hated making phone calls and was attempting to delude myself into believing that I didn’t mind doing this, but it’s been grating on me a bit today, and I just find myself so reluctant to pick up the phone even though it’s been almost painless every time. (I have had two people ask hard questions and one grouchily inform me that he was sick of this company’s high turnover. I reluctantly had to conclude that he was full of shit when he told me he’d had “forty to fifty” account reps in three years—given that I was staring at the call log right then, and he’d be lucky to have been called 40 times total in those three years, and also there were a grand total of two account reps in this call log. So, yeah, I don’t actually know where he’s coming up with forty. The whole company doesn’t have forty employees, unless you count the actual factory, and the shipping department because I’m not sure we even have forty workers in the factory. [ok hyperbole. I know there are almost a hundred.] But I digress.)
I don’t really want to be a sales person. I can do it, and it’s very good to learn. But it’s not really my area of interest. I am having a great deal of fun reading my predecessor’s call logs. She says odd things in her notes, like, “WOO YEAH!” when someone sells a unit. Um, one unit. $400. And she’s making a big fat commission of… one percent. Yeah. Also she observed that one dealer was “odd… went to a woman’s school… she’s really odd, like a feminist or something. I think I’ll try to keep this an email only relationship because she’s really weird.”
JESUS CHRIST IT’S A FEMINIST GET IN THE CAR.
Sorry, inordinately amusing to me. Especially as the woman in question runs a colon cleansing business. I doubt her feminism is the weirdest thing about her. Celebrity colon-cleansing, no less!!
Anyhow. I got my first paycheck. Fifty cents less per hour than I’d been told, which doesn’t really bother me much yet as I was told it’d be renegotiated anyway and also I had budgeted for being unemployed this summer. But I can’t help but laugh at my odd perceptions of money now; I got the paycheck and it’s just like a paycheck from the airport, except without the whole pile of cash I’d bring home too. I told Z the gross amount and he’s overjoyed, for some reason, that he finally makes more money than me. I’ve informed him he’s my sugar daddy henceforth. Meanwhile I can take this check and go get Healthy NY, as it’s well below the income requirement, so I should have that squared away next week. Oh boy.
Is it just me or do I sound like I’m writing in memo-ese???? Ugh. I’ve been doing a bit of work on the Barbarians_Novel but after such a long dry spell my writing is crap anyway. Let that be a lesson to you—you gotta write every day. Or at least every week. Failing that, every month. Ugh, but it’s good because I had to write some background stuff that wasn’t ever going to be included in a real scene, so I might as well get that out of the way while my writing is nice and shitty.
Anyhoo. Should go get back to calling people. Don’t really want to. Funny, that. Oh well.
