Torture chamber
For the past 24 hours I have been trapped in a torture chamber. Why is it that every sales meeting has to be in the most scenic, fun, or exotic location? Why do the meeting planners insist on giving you a view, but never allowing any time to visit the sights, or even leave the hotel? Why do the powerpoint presentations get longer after lunch? Why do sales people act like complete idiots when they are away from their families? Why does the same guy have to voice his opinion of EVERY topic? Why do I see people practicing their golf swings during coffee breaks? Why does every sales meeting have a motivational speaker, who is in no way, shape or form motivating? Why does the song “everybody dance now” by C and C music factory have to be played to get the sales force fired up, and why to the event planners think sales people like that song? Why is hotel buffet food always nasty? Why is it that while you are away at these meetings everyone back at home is a having a great time? How can talking about vaginas be boring? The worst of all, this is only DAY 1!!!!!! Here is a shot of my view from the conference room.
Notice the cruise ships in the background.
January 8, 2009 at 11:05 pm
Um, rather than pictures of the view from the conference room, how about some pictures of the visual displays inside the conference room?
So where are you anyway? Not that it matters if you can’t leave.
January 9, 2009 at 7:26 am
Brutal man, pure brutality………….if you want I can take your new ss down to St. George with us tonight and then let you know how it was. Would that help? At all? As for the golf swing, what the hell is that? Why do people do that? Is it to say, “look at me, I’m a golfer and I’m a bad ass?” Help me understand. Enjoy brother, you’ll be back soon enough.
January 9, 2009 at 8:57 am
You need to take a page out of Aaron’s business travel agendas, ie. a – go a couple days before to enjoy where you are, or b – take your wife and make a vacation out of it, before or after the meetings. or c – surf the web on your phone. It will make all those long hours in the meetings easier to handle.
January 9, 2009 at 1:02 pm
Next time you see someone practicing his golf swing, I think you should go to the top of the nearest flight of stairs and pretend to ski down. Let ‘em know who the real badass is.
BTW, my dad played golf for 40 years before taking up cycling this spring. My parents have a vacation home in Myrtle Beach, but you get one guess as to what they do when they go there. Yep, they ride bikes.
January 9, 2009 at 8:57 pm
Sammy I am about to feel your pain as I will be in San Diego all of next week enduring what you just described above. Although memories of 3 days of Dawn patrol this week and 3 days of pow in the face should get me through.
January 10, 2009 at 9:40 am
It’s pronounced “ber-giner”
January 16, 2009 at 6:27 am
you should stand up and practice your pedal stroke when the other honks practice their back swing.