The Very Longest Hour
Memoirs in the Battlefield of Real Estate Sales
Friday, May 11, 2012
Friday, September 16, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Day 163: On a Rainy Sunday
I am the only person in the showroom. If it wasn't for these huge glass windows, I'd be running around naked.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Day 142: Open House!
7/31/11 - 142 days without sale
We had an open house yesterday.
I attend open house events for the food.
But there is a rule in the office, no guest, no food.
Does that make me a starving artist?
Tomorrow, I will assist gay dude that keeps on calling me "bro" (don't ask...) with one of his sales. Basically, I will be driving him to command outpost code named Charlie's Hotel India to work on some checks for one of his buyers.
Like my previous entry takes note of, I do this type of thing so I don't feel so useless around the office.
Third week of August will be evaluations and will determine whether I continue with the company.
Chin up.
We had an open house yesterday.
I attend open house events for the food.
But there is a rule in the office, no guest, no food.
Does that make me a starving artist?
Tomorrow, I will assist gay dude that keeps on calling me "bro" (don't ask...) with one of his sales. Basically, I will be driving him to command outpost code named Charlie's Hotel India to work on some checks for one of his buyers.
Like my previous entry takes note of, I do this type of thing so I don't feel so useless around the office.
Third week of August will be evaluations and will determine whether I continue with the company.
Chin up.
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Friday, July 29, 2011
Day 140: The Project Is 90% Sold Out...
...and I'm feeling pretty useless around here.
Askar dari Malaysia. |
I've resorted to taking minutes of the meetings that we have around here and posting them on Facebook so that it seems like I'm doing work.
It seems to be appreciated but at the end of the day, the bosses in sales don't really give a fuck and a half about how you get your sales as long as they are there.
"You have a quota, boy!"
"I know ma'am."
"Remember, in sales, all that matter are results. Give me results!"
"Yes ma'am."
And that's that.
Sale or death.
I got myself a haircut yesterday (now I look like the douchebag I'm supposed to be) because new boss battle wants pictures of us so that he can put up an organizational chart in the office somewhere.
Just so you have an idea as to what's going on, here's kinda what the chart looks like.
Jesus
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Super Big Boss Battle
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Big Boss Battle
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Boss Battle
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Boss
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n00b
-nothing follows-
My name is #0019
I. AM. N00B!
And my new haircut makes me look swanky.
The past week has seen a good number of Malaysians take a look at this little blog.
Apa khabar, pa?
Anda mau membeli kondo?
Apa itu? Tidak mau?
Menangis.
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Saturday, July 2, 2011
Day 113: After a Long Silence...
I'm still employed by (insert name of reputable real estate developer at your convenience here)!
I haven't been writing on here too much because I've actually been working...
To no avail.
I haven't been writing on here too much because I've actually been working...
To no avail.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Day 75: I'm Not Dead
I'm still here. But I get the feeling that my life in real estate sales is on life support.
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