Monday, February 7, 2011

Chapter 12/ Back to Work

CHAPTER TWELVE
Back to Work
Stacy is a little depressed these days.  Not because she is not happy with Kahana; but because she is running low on funds and is a little scared about that.  When she stopped working (was fired), Stacy received a severance package and dividends on her stock.  That money is substantially less than she was used to making and she has been forced to dip into savings each month to make up the difference.  Stacy was the bread winner when she was married.  When she got divorced, Stacy paid in the settlement.
Stacy has been out of work for over nine months.  Money is a little tighter for her.  The dinners are less expensive. Certain repairs on the Porsche have to wait.
About a month ago it had reached a crisis level for Stacy, and we were told about it each morning for a week. “ I am down to less than $50,000 in my savings”.  She said.  “I have to start making some real money”. Stacy is not a sit at home person. She needs to be very active. She did some personal training.  She also taught some people how to paddle surf to make some extra cash. Pictures of her training and teaching appeared on Facebook on a regular basis. But that was pocket change and simply gas money.
Kahana works full time. Stacy felt she needed to get back to work as well.  She interviewed at several marketing firms. She spoke to the clients of the marketing firms she worked at previously. Stacy is not too shy to pick up the phone and cold call a client.  But in this tight job market and poor economy, even the cold calls were not working.
Stacy is a networker. She makes sure she talks to everyone and finds out what they are doing for a living.  Stacy self-promotes herself well.  Whatever a person’s business might be, Stacy tries to make the person feel as though she could be an asset.
Once she really started to put her mind to work, it was not long before she landed a marketing gig in Delray Beach.  About a ten minute drive from Starbucks.  She met with one of the owners and they hit it off right away.  “It was great; we were on the same page”. Stacy told us.  “He knew of my work at my prior company, and he wants me to help run the marketing end of the business”.     She was excited.  This had her pumped sky high.  She would start next week.
Next week came around, and Stacy didn’t start yet. She was at Starbucks, till dressed in workout clothes.  “What happened to the job”? I asked.  “I thought you were starting today”?
“The guy I met with, John, hadn’t cleared it with his partners yet”.  Stacy responded in a readily apparent downer mood.  Stacy barely made eye contact as she worked on the Sun-Sentinel daily crossword puzzle.  “Don’t worry, something with come through for you.” Jackie tried to console Stacy.
A few days later, “they called me in”. Stacy announced. Her mood was back. She was pumped again. “I am going to start officially tomorrow”.   She said. 
The next morning, Stacy was dressed in a skirt and blouse; very professional looking.  She got to Starbucks early. Was already there for 30 minutes before I got there, and told me that she “could not sleep at all last night”.  She was anxious to start at the new company.  Her head was spinning all night.
Stacy went into the office and seemed to start work at the new company. For several days she would comment to us about how much she looked forward to going into the office. “I think this could be a great situation for me.  They need my help”.   However, before the week was out, Stacy had a concern; “They haven’t really agreed upon what my title is going to be”.

The following week, Stacy came to Starbucks in the morning with her workout clothes back on.  “What happened?  No work today?”  I asked.   “I have to find a new job”. Stacy responded in a too familiar sullen tone.  “The three partners to the company could not agree on my role.  One, who I can’t stand, said I was brought on prematurely”.
Within a day or so, Stacy returned to the job postings, the computer listings; and her networking.  She once again stopped familiar people entering Starbucks in the morning.  Everyone would know she was a free agent again.  She was back on a mission to find a job.
It was a Saturday morning; the crew at Starbucks that morning consisted of Stacy and Kahana, Jackie, Dorrie and Solomon with their two little boys, Daniel and me.  After we all had our coffees or tea in hand we gathered around two large tables that were placed next to each other. The one of the boys ran around the table with a milk container in hand, the other sat in his stroller with a snack.
The adult conversation was focused about the little boys and potty training.  Stacy was playing with one of the boys as we conversed. Jackie and Dorrie had their own private conversation going.  That was when Harland appeared with Sara.
Although the conversation began with how things were going with Whitney and their daughter Sara, it soon focused on business.  Stacy has always been able to turn the conversation to about her.  Today was no exception.   “So you probably heard I am looking for a new position”. She told Harland.   “Really”? , he asked.   “Yes, things just did not work out in my last position”.  She explained.  “They weren’t ready for me”.
Harland invited Stacy to stop by his offices on Monday to see if there was something that she can do with him. Harland was also in a marketing firm, and they were in the process of growing. Harland expanded over the last year from a home based business to having an office with a staff.
Later in the following week, we learned that Stacy was hired by Harland.  She won’t be running the office. She will be doing sales.  “ I am very excited.  I think this is going to work out great”.  Stacy told us. “Harland knows what I can do.  I don’t think I have to prove myself.”.
For the next few weeks, Stacy came to Starbucks pumped.  She came early.  She left a few minutes before 9 am to get into the office on time.  “I really like it there”. She would say.  You can hear the enthusiasm in her voice.
Within a month, Stacy began having issues with one of Harland’s partners. “The guy just does not understand the sales cycle”.  She said.  “He does not appreciate the time I am spending developing my customers.”    The partner was  either expecting immediate results or was not 100% behind Stacy’s hire.
A week later, “he is treating me like I am kid off the street”.   She said.  “I need to speak with Harland about this”.  
Apparently the other partner also has his own motivational techniques.  According to Stacy, this guy likes to belittle the sales team into doing better.  She said he talks down to the sales personnel, and raises his voice for no reason.  I listen and think to myself, that the guy must have worked in the car business.
When I worked for an automobile dealership, I found high school dropouts that had worked their way to management acting the same way to the sales team. They would similarly try to belittle the sales people, to motivate them.  An uneducated person on a power trip is a site to behold.
Stacy was not happy again, and she started coming to Starbucks a little later.   She also stayed later. She would look at the time and say “I am going to tell them I had a meeting with a potential client”.  
Before long, “I need to decide what to do with myself, I don’t think I can take it there.  But I feel bad about leaving Harland”.
We all gave Stacy a pep talk. Although strong minded, Stacy needed to have her confidence stroked. We told her to talk to Harland and straighten things out.  Stacy did that. Now she goes in each day, does her thing. She has starting to generate some sales, and lets the problem partner’s comments go in one ear and out the other.


Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Chapter 11/ A Concert in the Park

CHAPTER ELEVEN
A Concert in the Park
When you are older the party starts early.  Of our crew from Starbucks, some of us are over 50; most of us are over 40; and all of us are over 30.  Some of us have kids that are grown and out of the house; some of us have kids that are in college; and some of us have kids that still need a babysitter.  Regardless, it is the rarest of occasions that we party or stay out past midnight.  One of many things happen, the babysitter needs to get home; a kid needs to be picked up from a party, or we have fallen asleep sitting or standing in place and desperately need our pillows and beds.
Jethro Tull came to Boca Raton this year for an outdoor concert at Mizner Park.  My Starbucks gang gathered outside the concert amphitheatre with blankets, chairs and a cooler.  The party started around 6:30.  The concert started at 8.   Stacy and Kahana, Dorrie and Solomon, my wife and I, and Jackie attended.  Daniel, young light skinned black man from Belize that spends time at our Starbucks was there also. Alfred was out of town.
Daniel is a computer geek for a medical technology company. The company has a Florida office, but is based in Israel.   Dan is one of the few black men around that speaks fluent Hebrew.  And, while not Jewish, is familiar enough with Jewish culture and traditions to fit right in at any Seder Table.
My group staked out a grassy area close to the amphitheatre.  Since I live near the Park, I was responsible for getting our spot.  Stacy brought a large blanket, a cooler and tequila of course.  She and Kahana began to mix margaritas soon after they arrived.
Dorrie and Solomon arrived with some cheese and crackers. They even brought a cutting board with some knives.  After an hour of drinking, we were a little buzzed and still hungry.  Uncle Julio’s Mexican restaurant was just across from where we were sitting, so we placed an order for takeout.  Within no time we had ourselves a great picnic and sat back listening to music from our youth. The weather was nice; and just a little overcast at the start of the concert.   Ian Hunter was the opening act.  By the time he sang “All the Young Dudes”, I had a nice margarita buzz on.
Stacy took pictures for Facebook of course. 
However, the overcast sky turned dark and a thundershower came within the first hour of Jethro Tull’s performance. At our age, we don’t sit in the rain for any artist.
By 9:00 pm we decided to pack up the cooler and blankets and agreed to gather at the Exchange. The Exchange is a local bar walking distance from Mizner Park.
The bar was practically empty when we arrived.  There were just a few regulars smoking cigarettes and nursing cocktails as they sat in the corner.  We all ordered drinks and commandeered some hightop tables on the opposite end of the bar.  Kahana had a joint that he passed around to several us just outside the bar.
Some others, friends of Stacy and Dorrie, found their way to the bar as well.  Lisa E. and her husband met up with us there. We saw Lisa at the concert.  Lisa E and her husband are part of a faster crowd and they are heavy partiers.  After a drink or two, Lisa whispered something in the ear of Dorrie. Lisa then went with Stacy and Dorrie into the ladies’ room.    While it is ordinarily innocent enough for women to go to the bathroom together, these girls went to the bathroom for other purposes.  Lisa had both coke and ecstasy with her.
While Stacy went to a stall to pee, Lisa pulled out a vial and poured some of the white powder onto a makeup mirror she had in her purse.  “Here, use this” she said as she handed Dorrie a short silver straw to snort the coke with. Stacy finished what she was doing and took a turn with the straw as well.
The girls passed around the straw and each did a few lines of coke.  Lisa then offered Dorrie and Stacy some E.  Stacy declined but Dorrie accepted.
Dorrie is outwardly conservative, and a mom of two little boys, but she has a wild side.  The girls spent about 15 minutes in the bathroom doing lines of coke, before taking ecstasy. Stacy only did a single line coke to go with her tequila fix.  They all came out of the bathroom smiling, talkative and ready to dance to the music playing over the bar speakers.  There were less than six patrons in the bar when we got there, and other than our group, there were no others that came after we got there.  Nevertheless girls started to dance. 
Dorrie was dancing with Lisa and Jackie was dancing with Daniel. Stacy was dancing alone and chatting with Kahana.  I sat with Solomon, who told me he needed to leave shortly because his parents were watching the boys only for a few hours. He needed to be back home by 9:30.   It was Dorrie’s turn to be able to stay out with friends. So she continued to dance with the other girls when Solomon left.  Jackie promised Solomon to give Dorrie a lift home.
It was not long before the girls were simply toasted from the drinks and other substances.  It had barely turned 10 pm and we were all starting to tire regardless of what we had.  
Stacy was her usual self.  Her speech was slurred and she was loud.  She was bouncing off of all of us. Moving from guy to guy, talking but banging into us like a pinball; Cigarette in one hand, drink in the other.  Most of us, the men in the group in particular, sat starring at each other with little to say to one another.  My eyes were like slits as I struggled to keep them open to watch the girls.
Dorrie was having trouble with her balance.  The alcohol at the park, the coke in the bathroom, the ecstasy, all was definitely affecting Dorrie.  She was stumbling and trying to hold on to something to stay on her feet.  She grabbed the table top and then grabbed hold of a curtain.  Daniel caught her from falling. Dorrie was totally wasted.  “I love you all”.  Dorrie said in a drunken stupor as she grabbed hold of Jackie to catch her balance. “Jackie, I really love you” she said starring up a Jackie.  “Thank you” Jackie responded with a smile.  “Dorrie, I think it’s time we go”.  Jackie added.
Jackie and Dorrie said their goodbyes. A hug and kiss, and then they stumbled to Jackie’s car.  Kahana and Daniel followed and helped Dorrie get to the car which had been parked down the block from the bar. Dorrie was having trouble walking and Jackie could not hold her up. Daniel opened the car door and Kahana lifted Dorrie into the passenger seat, and strapped her in.  Jackie and Dorrie then drove off, just the two of them.
We said our goodbyes as well, leaving Kahana and Stacy to talk with Lisa E and her husband.
 While driving, Dorrie’s hands were all over Jackie; caressing Jackie’s legs and arms. She said “you are so beautiful” to Jackie.   “It is so hot in here”, Dorrie said as she unbuttoned her blouse revealing her white bra.  Jackie was driving and wondering what was unfolding. She was not sure if it was Dorrie making a pass at her or simply the E speaking.  Nothing was going to happen. Not then at least. Jackie delivered Dorrie safely to Solomon and nothing was mentioned of ride home.
It was not yet 11:00 pm and these old party goers were done for the night.