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June 7, 2021
Every few months we have a sales meeting that we are obligated somehow to show up to. My behavior and how I react to people that harshly criticize anything I do is well known.
I could avoid going to these meetings, but I don't know this yet.
The meetings are usually set up for 4pm on a Tuesday afternoon "after" we have worked. They last until 6p sometimes, but most of us are off on Wednesdays, so we can't bitch too much.
It's nothing but brainwashing and propaganda.
Guys run their routes as quickly and efficiently on these days so there is a buffer of FUCK THIS SHIT TIME before having to listen to someone up on the imaginary corporate ladder balancing
a soapbox full of marbles beneath his feet telling us what to do, what these percentages mean, how well cash stops are doing over charge accounts, new products (they're all great!) get 'em out there
During the 2-hour fuckoff time, people go and get drunk or take naps. Someone lives a few miles down the road from the warehouse and it is rumored
that there's a few of the old-timers that crash
there and drink before making it back to the warehouse to listen to the spiel. I don't do that yet, though. I have been there maybe 3 or 4 years so far. They "bestowed" the award
of Salesman Of the Whatever on me, twice, in this time period. I have had this happen before. I don't know what it is about me where organizations want to prop me up as a poster child. I do know it's
a trick to motivate other people. Didn't mean anything to me as I perceived it as a multi-faceted ruse. No amount of reward or award will ever make me decide to "step up" and become a supervisor. I've seen how
this turd circus operates, and I'm not going to be part of the jubilee. Leave me be and there will be no complaints from anyone - customers, other drivers on the street, school crossing guards...
That sounds sinister. It's not, as I've seen what these people will do in the name of holding down a job. I know the rules of the company and then the unwritten rules now.
An exchange I like to recall every once in a while...
Supervisor - (Attempting to give me shit from a heightened position on the docks in the warehouse): Why didn't you hit those stops on Monday??
Me: Look here, you fat fuck. You couldn't do this job when you were in the best shape of your life. Don't criticize me.
Supervisor: Are you threatening me?
Me: Are you scared?
Supervisor: No sir!
Me: Then you aren't being threatened then, are you?
And so it goes...