My junior sales exec finally came clean and admitted that he never had any intention of staying with the company. He’d always planned to go travelling after the World Cup. Something tells me those two words are going to become a swear phrase in the next few weeks as my whole workforce is football-mad.
I have shortlisted three applicants and am going to sandwich their interviews into the next 48 hours.
I feel as if I have read more CVs than I have had hot meals in the past couple of months and I now have CV-skimming down to a fine art. This time, I was quicker than ever to throw out the huge batch of nannies and shop assistants, all of whom seemed to feel that their experience was pertinent to working in a busy sales office.
My three shortlisted candidates are, admittedly, a strange assortment – but they all have something to offer (on paper, at least). The trick will be finding someone who fits into the existing team.
The bigger challenge this week will be motivating the existing team. One of the older members of the sales team has become a deft hand at offloading work on the pretext of giving help and experience to the newer members of the team. My own absence and lack of focus (from a combination of a cold and the unexpected appearance of my son last week) hasn’t exactly helped matters. Two more weeks of training to go – but they all need to start earning their keep a little more now.
