I’m never going to get a team of real people at this rate. I’m working really hard on the complaints process, but I’m not getting chance to speak up in meetings and get myself noticed.
Brenda called a meeting in her head quarters today. She looked serious. She must have had the tuna and onion melt early in the day because she was breathing noxious fumes across the table.
I could tell that there was work on the way and I intended keeping my head down. I can’t afford to cop for anything else.
“What’s happening with your sales?” She screamed.
A sales competition between the Wigan and Bolton office had been raging over the past couple of weeks. It had passed me by as I thought that I had a perfect excuse: I’m dealing with complaints and the temps are … temps … they don’t count because they can’t count, (it takes all their time to breathe.)
“Ermmm. I’ve not added them up yet,” I lied, buying for time.
“It needs to get better. Your lot have only pumped out a dozen of those Cupid knobs!” she said.
I need to get a better handle on the team.