merchant court - goals

golf tournament at rcc for the suppliers, then concluded with a dinner at merchant court, a good idea to motivate the suppliers and to tell them that their supports were appreciated, and to give then the theme message all the suppliers that, they have to always hang on to their necks and walk on their toes and cut each others' throats in order to get business from the host - their customer.

the dinner started with the ceo of the company giving his take on the world economy and the company's forcast for the coming year - optimistic as ever from him - that's one thing about him that amazes marathon man. not a man of substance, but a man of great entertainment value.... what a ceo supposed to be - chief entertianment officer.

the dinner was interposed with speeches from his liutenants, the coo, talking about what he would expect from the suppliers, the procument vp, talking about her way of partnership with them....

many people toasted to one another.

and marathon man toasted to a lady opposite him, whom he just came know - the sales manager of his competitor.

"cheers..... to a good year ahead," he said.

"cheers. a good year ahead.... you really need it. for me i do well whether the year is good or bad...!" she said.

then as the dinner progressed, she got a bit tipsy....

at one point she stood up and said, "well, well, well, the year is drawing to an end, and look, what have i achieved..... the sales quota of course for the company.... what about for myself? i could not find myself a decent boy fren.... i can handle quota of millions, but when it comes to the quota of ONE good guy for myself, i suck! any suggesteion from you super salesmen?"

the whole table of men were taken aback, though saleamen are not supposed to faze at any situation.

"i have been working all my life selling million of dollars of product..... in my sober self...... now is the time that i would like to sell the good points about me.... listen ye...... to your princess of the sales world...... "

the guys were jazzed up by her out-of-whack behaviour.... encouraging her to drink more, and talk more.

marathon man, watched all these with discernment, said to her, "helena..... you drank too much..... here drink some juice."

"hahaha.... why you so good to me? are you impressed with my sales talk?"

"helena.... cool it."

"let her... drink.." david was not impressed with the fun being interupted. and the rest supported him, "ya.... buzz off, and let her have some fun...."

she turned silence, apparently the booze effect subsided and she was tired.

marathon man went over to her, "you need a lift?"

"ya, i think so...." she was glad that someone did ask her.

they left the dinner before the last dish was served.

he sent her to her home, before she went in, she said, "i'm sorry to have made myself a fool infront of you guys.... but thank you for your ...care...."

"don't mention it, though we r competitors in the market, we shoud not just live by the market.... we must remember we live in a society.... and that means we need to help each others when help is needed."

"that's my problem..... i fight for every sales, i fight for everything in my life, as if i' am standing on the edge of the rooftop, constantly fighting back the fear of falling from it. but wat actually i am fearing for? i have made some money, i'm healthy...... so let's enjoy what's good for now. and let tomorrow takes care of itself."

instead of entering the house, she entered his car, and they drove off to an off-site sales meeting. for that nite, the sales meeting would have only one goal - score as many goals as they like.