The weekend was pretty boring. I saw "Shop girl" Steve Martin's new film, which was quite good. Whoever thought the guy that 20 years ago was best known for having an arrow through his head was capable of such subtle fiction.
Anyway Monday came around and it was back to the grind for six more days. Our manager had her weekly conference call with our portfolio director, which is a fancy title for regional manager. He was unhappy because our occupancy has been declining for the past couple of months. So our manager called us all together and for a quick high energy sales meeting. She said that our regional manager guy wanted us to start closing on 40% of our traffic (we closed last month on about 20%). Then my manager, who I guess I will dub Sorority-Girl-Fat-Ass, because she use to be a sorority girl and my god does she have a fat ass, looked at us excitedly. I mean that was it, no specials, no nothing, she's just looking at us like the brain dead corporate clone that she is, and expects us to close more. Oh, I'm sorry she did have some useful tidbits we could take from her, like "sell on value" and "make sure you follow up with all of your prospects". Then, she was like "well, I want you guys to be really excited about this." All I can do is sit and stare glassy eyed at the wall. I wonder sometimes how it is that the dumbest people get promoted to managerial positions. Is this some conspiracy to overthrow our great nation by promoting the dullest and least qualified? Anyway that adjourned our meeting and Sorority-Girl-Fat-Ass went back to planning our next little brats movie night.