Throwing in …
Martin is still breathing down my neck. The mentor period is due to end this week, but he does not seem any further forward.
Tony has been gone for ages and his team are performing better than ever. I will not dwell too long on the theory that the teams seem to get along better without a manager. I’m not sure what they’ll make of Martin – they are a tight knit group who dine together, have an active social scene together and actually share their stapler together.
Brenda called me over today looking excited. “New this week,” she said, “your team is on a special promotion. You are targeted to shift 1000 towels at £10.99 each. After every order I want to hear the sound of selling, selling and selling. Honk! Honk!”
They are ‘St George’s Flag’ towels. “Brenda, these are about two weeks too late! We’ll never sell them!” I said.
“Less of your negativity. People are going on holiday. There’s Henmania. You’ll have no trouble.” She insisted.
Martin was humming “Young Guns (Go for it)”.