Dead Fish in a Box

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Monday, December 12, 2005

Vegas, Baby!

Vegas, Baby!

It seems to me after two weeks with this new company that I have landed a plum of a job. I’m so jaded from all the bullsh*t at the House of Fish that I find myself expecting the same negative attitudes at the new place. They are not to be found. There is a profound confidence and drive to be the best in everyone I have talked to in the past 10 days. It’s refreshing beyond words. That is not to say they don’t have their problems, but the way they react to them is completely different from what I’ve experienced in the past 5 ½ years.

So the past three days I’ve been in Las Vegas attending the annual sales conference and awards banquet. It was a real hoot. Another big difference between the new place and the Fishhouse is that people still drink at the new place; I can’t tell you how many of my former coworkers had quit drinking. I rarely drank with my former coworkers because so many of them (and many of my clients for that matter) were alcoholics. Not so in the uniform business; they know how to rip it up. My manager got “tore up from the floor up” and demanded that we go to the Hard Rock for sushi. My new GM bought $400 worth of drinks in two nights. The President of the company, at 2 AM, told a coworker of mine “seriously, go get a drink, I can’t even talk to you unless you’ve got a cocktail in your hand!”

Right on.

This is my kind of place. They exemplify “work hard, play hard”. I can’t wait to get selling for this team. I just want to do a good job so I can go back to Vegas next year. Seriously, at the awards banquet, each winner was escorted up to the stage by a showgirl with the big-a** headdress and everything. They’re big time, they don’t mess a round; for example: the featured motivational speaker? Rudy Rueteger – you know, the guy the movie “Rudy” was about. He’s definitely not the smartest guy, but a real example of the power of positive thinking. And I’m about as positive as it gets these days. I have to be, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to reconcile driving from Edmonds to Kent (70 miles round trip) every day while I’m in training.

Of course the comfy company car doesn’t hurt either.

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