JfDI!
How to sell brilliantly
Unplugged
It's the Quarterly Review Meeting of the LATEx (Latin America and Expats) region. The 0830 meeting has finally started at 0947 because Hemel Hempstead (Sales Director) arrived late as his budget didn't allow him to travel the night before. He has to leave at 1411 to get the return flight from Little Windy, the out-of-town budget airport 97km away.
Tom's worry list has not reduced. And now as he looks around the room he has further concerns. Flinnn (yes, that is three n's) doesn't seem to be able to communicate without turning a laptop and running through four or five slides nor mentioning how Apple might have approached it better. Tom's also wondering how quickly he can find something with which to fire Hemel as incompetence never seems to be enough these days. His Blackberry buzzed. Good, good. His new CD by young band The Drums had been shipped by Amazon.
Even Hemel was daunted by the size of his slide-deck as he was only 42% of the way through it. He was particularly concerned by the lack of questions as he suspected that was because either those in the room were in deep trace or everybody knew would they would never see him again, so why start a conversation when it would not be finished? He should have remained a school-teacher. At least there you could generally see the knives coming for you.
Tom turned and dispensed another perfect doppio espresso. Thankfully there still a few small perfections in Life. The Drums too: the perfect pop song. Oh, and his new tailor. These cuffs were perfect.
Flinnn was in a foul mood. He should have been back-stage with the iPad launch. He wanted to work for a company where-as he expressed it- 'shades of grey were a full colour palette'. And his CV still looked very weak. He was wondering whether he should do an MBA? Trouble was he'd heard they were quite hard to do and he'd hated anything hard after giving up the guitar. Who wants to make music with a wooden instrument anyway? Not good for trees.
Sally is very frustrated. Not only is Hemel's presentation so fuc**ng boring she's been out to the rest room five times and simply cannot get away with that ruse again but www.We'llGetYouThePerfectBoyfriendIn10DaysOrYourMoneyBack.com have really let her down. The ones that have texted so far seem to have great abs-or so the photos suggest anyway- but no personality. She did have a texting conversation with one who seemed nice but he admitted he'd lied about his physique to meet great girls. I mean. What? How shallow is that?
Tom Looked at his U-Boat watch for the third time in as many minutes. He'd give it seven more then he'd fire Hemel. Then they could get an early lunch and start the weekend knowing his costs had gone down significantly. Just 6 more minutes. Great coffee. He whistled Let's Go Surfing (awesome track) sotto voce.