The National Sales meeting
It’s 9:10 Tuesday morning, and I’m sitting in a hotel room at Harrison Hot Springs, 150km from Vancouver, Canada, attending another sales training meeting ― an international one. In front of me I have a binder with the name Angela Electronics on it and a USB stick with all the Power Point Presentations. There is also a glass of water, my plastic room key, small note pad and pen advertising the hotel. The locations of these meetings changes, but the rooms and the carpets remain the same. Last year we met in Las Vegas, and the wife joined me at that Taj Mahal style hotel which had one of those humongous, clean bathrooms and three swimming pools (I used to nip out for a quick swim before lunch). This hotel has only one pool whose temperature is marginal but keeps honeymooners from fawning in the shallow end. Heinz from Germany has still not arrived and was last heard from at the Saskatoon airport where he was stuck. Mario from Italy left after the first morning, citing pressing busines