Wednesday 9 July 2008

Hustle and bustle


Today in between meetings with potential clients, I had a cuppa at Starbucks. I deliberately chose that place which was away from the hustle and bustle of lunch time crowd. I had a Cafe Latte and Tiramisu cake, and while sipping my Latte, I went through some paperwork and mentally prepared what to say to different clients in the afternoon, jotting down notes in my red book and making phonecalls... and at the same time... daydream a little... had a breather.

I am back to those days of being by myself, one-man show (sales job what), out in the field. Yes in a way I missed this. In my previous job I had come to a stage of being too relaxed with a team to help me, mostly staying in the office having endless meetings with the boss. And I used to have lunch companion everyday (lunch nowadays is "tabao" ie. takeaways). Then, everyone, including ex-boss, was friendly and nice, short for the occasional people I met. Otherwise everything was fine and relaxed, and I had the company of confidante, Miss Piggy. But I had lost that fighting spark in my career - everything came to a standstill and I was not happy in the job (amidst some other unhappy issues). That was one of the reasons why I moved on.

Now all that is history. I am in a new job. I am back on my own, running outside, doing what I do best, seeing clients, interacting with new clients and chasing my own bottomline. I like running my own show, in control of the business, building its potential, with the intent of making myself rich, and ultimately carving my own niche of the business and finding my job satisfaction and motivation. So far, I am blessed that all the clients I got acquainted with are friendly, truly respectful and appreciative of me. Even my former clients are supportive. That explains why I have already hit my monthly quota on the 1st week of this month. At the end of my today's appointments with clients, I had closed some more deals.

I guess that is what life is ...... you win some, you lose some.

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