Yes, the macarena was embarassing.
And yes, I LED the dance. Twice.
I can't believe they made the mistake of
A stick insect walking into a glass surface. Sounds damn familiar.
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Not only is the roadshow, very profiting in terms of monetary gains, but you get to see many many different people.
First and for most, I love malays!!!
In general, Malays are quite polite and nice. They will listen to what you have to offer. And even if they are geniunely busy or not interested, they will smile and tell u politely.
Chinese?
Some of them don't even bother to listen to what you're gonna do.
not even a reply to "Happy New Year".
wei, I'm working my ass on new year day, I also need love leh.
*aiyah, cherub, when u're not working, u do the same also lah!*
haha. Ok lah, I'm a chinese, wad. :D
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the nicest comment I heard...from this chinese
"I always tell my mum, not to brush off these pple on the street. They are just working for their livelihoods, how will you feel if pple shoo me off in my job"Wahliew, I am damn touched by him lah, almost offered him my soul.
of course, my managers insisted that I already sold, ahem, him, ahem, my body.
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Scoldings from my manager.
"Cherub, You Stamford Raffles ah?"
Stamford Raffles: Stand there like a statue, looking at all the passerbys, and not doing anything.
"You still doing fortune-telling, is it..."Fortune-telling: Looking at pple and judging them whether its worth your effort to approach them.
Before the roadshow, the managers warned us not to be fortune teller. You can't judge a book by its cover. Or rather, a person's wealth and needs by his dressings/looks.
Oh boy, no theory can teach you what a practical lesson can show you.
A colleague of mine approached this
the customer told her frankly, right from the beginning, he knows he got a lump sum and he already want to do an investment. He was just going to give the business to the first consultant that approached him.
He walked one round around our booth, no one approached.
He walked 100m to a rival's booth and patrolled around it for 2 rounds, no one approached.
He walked back to our booth.
The deal was sealed on the spot.
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One client I approached, had a very long discussion about his financial status and investment preferences with my manager and me.
At the end of the day, my manager told me that he had said some of the things in dicussion VERY LOUDLY so that my colleagues will be able to hear.
"Actually I saw your booth long time ago, everytime I walked past, i was thinking..ALL THESE PEOPLE WHO NEVER APPROACHED ME are idiots.....i would have made them very rich if they had approached me."~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
now all my managers labelled mr K's client base specialising in "young girls" and Cherub as unorthodox in his specialised client base.
the Pink Dollar.
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I have no idea why.
Maybe its the numerous chat with Yamato.
Maybe its the frustration with the irritating and annoying motivation sessions.
maybe its some songs.
Maybe its the tears.
Sometimes you erect a layer of hard concrete around you, an impenetrable fortress, to hide the soft and vulnerable tissues.
sometimes you just get sick of tears and emotions.
sometimes u don't care if 150,000 pple died.
sometimes u just don't want pple to know how you feel.
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