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.

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.

Day 140: The Project Is 90% Sold Out...

...and I'm feeling pretty useless around here.

Askar dari Malaysia.

7/29/11 - 140 days without sale

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

|

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.

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.

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.

Day 61: A Longer Post Chronicling Longer Day

0812hrs. Stuck at the showroom today manning the front desk. Nothing is really going to happen so, here's a longer journal entry.

0815hrs. Time to prepare coffee.

0847hrs. Somebody walked in and asked about the condos. Nobody else was at the front desk so I smiled the widest (insert name of reputable real estate development company here) smile I could.

Qualifying is important.

"I'm actually looking for a condo on behalf of my aunt"

The person that came in isn't the final decision maker.

1000hrs. I'm hungry. Nobody's coming in.

1128hrs. Lunch time. Chinese food. Again. I have to be back at the office at around lunch time so the guy I'm manning with gets to have some food too.

1228hrs. Back. Doing nothing. Let's play some Starcraft.

1328hrs. I'm waiting for a potential buyer. He said he'd visit the showroom today. So pumped.

This could be it.

Operation wild mangosteen plantation steal, here we come!

Emailed the Russians. They haven't gotten back to me. Could be because I'm saying too much.

1519hrs. Still waiting.

1635hrs. Waiting.

Helped the teammate I like the least not look like an idiot.

I should have taken that client.

1700hrs. My shift is officially over. Still waiting.

And waiting.

1800hrs. Waiting.

Assisted a broker.

1900hrs. Waiting. Playing Starcraft. Waiting.

2000hrs. You get the point.

2045hrs. Fuck it. Headed home.

An unintentional 13 hour shift.

Not getting paid anything extra.

2125hrs. The potential buyer didn't show up.

At least he had the decency to inform me.

At 9 in the evening.

2148hrs. Fuck. I have to send out sample computations.

Cramming time.

Its like college all over again.

Day 60: Promise for a Brighter Tomorrow

I'm stuck at the office tomorrow.

I'll write a longer entry then.

I promise.