June 6, 2009
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Kid Creole
In this seemingly never ending saga of world leaders visiting our factory and offices, the third from an island nation, another of Taiwan's ever-shrinking amount of allies coming over, essentially made his way over to fill the few final hours of his and his delegations trip to Taiwan. Thinking we can get some more business from one of the poorest nations on earth by offering them products that the average population of the country could not afford with 2 months wages, more grandiose obnoxiousness and self-loving from the one who arranged and organised it was on the cards. Still no red carpet, but this time flowers and the presentation. Far from interesting for the president of the nation, mainly because he has already signed a deal for products similar to ours anyway, for which he will pay with fish and vegetables, as there is no money available.
Imagine that. And try to work out what our company is thinking by trying to get business there.
"Rob," came the command, "you will take the Q and A session."
This came as absolutely no surprise as the previous other sales manager had been fired in the most public of circumstances, sparking a wave of resignations. Admittedly, it was not the most discreet way of getting rid of someone, but with reasons that are incontrovertible, I personally feared not.
So after the presentation, the self-importance started, with a butt-kissing speech by the mayor of our town, followed by an arse-kissing speech by one of the President's delegation. It was embarrassing.
"Now here's our sales manager for the Q & A session"
"The what?" asked the President. Obviously a man who obtained his position through his ultra-high intelligence.
"Q & A. Question and Answer," the self-important tart said, hardly able to contain her obvious arrogance at such a stupid question.
As the president had almost been sleeping through the presentation and speech, there were no questions and so I got off scot-free. Another afternoon wasted though. Nice one. Off went the delegation, heading for the airport where they would travel home. The speed with which they left the complex tells me they were very very bored. no amount of additional arslikhan could make up for that.
Surely there could be no more presidential visits to be had? Please ... no more!
But instead of that, apparently comes the decree from one of our previous visits that they want to order our products. And with that, along comes a big order, the glory of which is claimed immediately by obnoxious, arrogant one. Despite the fact that the proposal was written by someone else. Modesty forbids me though from telling you who the author of this proposal was.
The main thing is that we as a company won the deal. So shortly afterwards, whilst obnoxious girl was still basking in the glory, when 2 large deals were closed by your humble scribe, and the focus of our company president's happiness shifted slightly, same girl did everything she could to make sure that my name was muddied. Alas for her, the plan backfired, because our numero uno knows where the money comes from. Someone is now looking very stupid.
There's something very wrong in Paradise. Now... is there someone who will pay the price?
