It happened one April evening. We were celebrating the
good performance of that sales yearall targets had
been exceeded (the cynical part of me suggested this was
due to the boom in the economybut why should I crib
when I myself had gained substantially in my bank balance
with this achievement!) and the management of the company
had been gracious enough to allow the VPMarketing
to have a suite booked in a five star hotel and let him
and his team of 20 sales people let their hair down. It
helped that the dietup to this stage anywaywas
largely liquid and tongues and inhibitions were getting
loosened in direct proportion to the drop in the levels
of the bottles.
One of the kids had even brought a guitar!
I was the All India Sales Manager of this team, all 55 years
of me and by a very long margin, the oldest member. I watched
all the kids around me have fun and waited for the moment
when I was sure the Vice President was going to slip in
thoughts about next year's targets. Little did the poor
guys know that Bacchus was going to make them agree to a
substantial hike in targets next yearand they wouldn't
even be aware of this. I have lost count of the number of
such parties I have attendedand the number of such
commitments made!
I suddenly felt the eyes of everybody on meand vaguely
worried whether I had slept off. One of the smart youngsters
asked me "Sir, how many years have you been in sales?
Why don't you share some of your experiences with us?"
I replied "Son, I joined this profession in 1975were
you born then?" He replied: "No chance, sir, I
was born only in 1982 and I am sure hardly anyone else in
this room was born when you started working!" We checked
and found that apart from the VP there were only three of
us more than 30 years oldand I had been working for
more than three decades. I contrasted this with my first
sales conference when after a similar question, I found
I was the only person less than 25 and everyone else in
the room had almost a quarter century of experience. How
times had changed!
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