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I was away from home for a month while I worked the Ideal Home Show at Earls Court; Sue was at home looking after the children and I was staying at a lttle Polish hotel in Nevern Terrace .A lot of Niagarans stopped there,as well as other show workers,it was clean and tidy, you had good breakfasts and could have a color t.v. in your room for a little extra. We grazed at the show for lunch (the ladies on the food stalls would whip up a freebie when they got to know you) For an evening meal we would pop down to the Cromwell Road to one of the many cheap little cafes there,or some times we'd have a take away to share in our hotel room. They were nearly all single rooms at the hotel but we used to frequent each others rooms for a bit of company, a guy called Mike used to share my tv but he was so untidy, we used to sit on my bed to watch the set and he would chomp his way through endless bags of crisp's leaving me with a mountain crumbs to clean away after he had left,he was good fun though.
He was a bit geeky,tousle haired and bespectacled, but he used to really pull the ladies. He was a keen tennis player and was always perma tanned and he dressed very upmarket.Whatever it was he had ,the ladies flocked to him, within a couple of days at the show he had the lady on the steam press stand doing his suit and shirts,other ladies would do running repairs for him and he kept them all on a promise. Meanwhile I kept my head down and avoided any socializing with the ladies because I knew I was doing this job purely to advance my families finances. I used to call home every night and report in and I used to hate putting the phone down,I was only in London but there was no way I could get home for a break. To break the month up I arranged for Sue to bring the children down to the hotel for the middle weekend, I could have the Sunday morning off and we could all do the town together. I had to work untsil 6.00pm on Saturday and they were already at the hotel when I arrived,I got them a family room and we had dinner out at one of the cafe's.We got the children back to the family room and then settled them off to bed and went down to my room to be together once more.It was almost like a second honeymoon,the nervousness and the need..........................
On Sunday we did the tourist trail and meandered round London town, we ended up at a bus museum and I told the kids they could have a souvenier,Joanne chose a girly thing and Steven was adamant that he wanted the roller destination screen of a London bus, it was enormous and he was'nt interested in any thing else. He had to carry it home, where it never moved for 30 year or more. Soon it was time to see the off at Euston station, we got there in good time and I got them stowed safely aboard and slipped back on to the platformwhere I would wave goodbye. I stood there waiting for the whistle and realised that I had left something aboard with them and so jumped back on board to retreive it. When I entered the compartment I was deeply shocked , Joanne was enclosed in Sue's arms and she was sobbing great big tears my heart almost cracked in two. How could I do this to them?
It was a chastened Brian who made his way back to the hotel.
My last two weeks were as succesful as the first but there was no way that I was going to work away for as long again. Home coming was the same as it was when I was at sea, your family grow up whether you are there or not , it would be so easy to become a stranger if you worked away too much,but how could I earn as much doing something else?



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Post Number:#362  PostPosted: 12 Jul 2016 19:04 
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The Ideal Home exhibition came to the end of it's months run on the Sunday after the Grand National and the Exodus of the exhibitors was a sight to behold. As soon as the last members of the public had departed the workmen moved in dimantling the stands and clearing away the exhibits.We sales people made a dash for the exits and hared back to the hotel;it was too late to head home and we had a final dinner to catch,if we could get into one of the restaurants. After dining we headed back to the hotel and showered and started packing for the journey home tomorrow.It had been a very interesting month, I had met hundreds of people from all over the world and made lots of new customers, my bank balance was well in the black and I was eager to be back amongst my family. Mike was taking me home in his Toyota sports car,I now had enough money to trade in my Morris Ital for something more comfortable.A salesman does'nt need a flash car, a tidy reliable one that is never going to let him down,fits the bill. You turn up to someone's address in an upmarket car and they think "This is going to cost !!" Most of my succesful colleagues had nice used cars in good condition and that was what I was going to look for when I got home. After breakfast next morning the hotel foyer was a scene of chaos, nearly everyone was booking out and the lobby was crowded with bodies and baggage. There were double yellow lines around the square that the hotel was in and people had had to park in all the side roads adjacent ,all of which had parking meters,which made it quite expensive.Any way,Mike was only parked about 20 metres from the door,so we were O.K. However there were some Marines who were staying at the hotel and their mini bus was parked streets away, one of their number was sent to fetch it whie the rest waited in the lobby with all their kit. When Mike and I started to load his car we found that there was a snatch wagon from the traffic division parked just by us and there were a lot of traffic wardens lurking on the corner ,just out of sight from the hotel entrance. As we were going back to the hotel ,the mini bus drew by the steps of the hotel entrance and the driver jumped out and ran into the hotel lobby.The snatch wagon roared into life and tore around to the entrance and hoisted the mini bus onto the back of the wagon and roared off. The Marines came piling down the steps ,too late to catch the reptiles,they were so angry, now they would have to pay a fine and a recovery payment. It was a sour note to end the show on but we were both pleased to be on our way home. It was with a sense of Deja vu that I arrived home, whenever I came home from sea I used to note that changes had been made by my mother, fresh wall paper, a new lick of paint,little things that showed that life had moved on without you, that home coming was a bit like that, just little things,but significant.I had a lot of catching up to do; another thing I wanted to catch up with was our friendship with Liz and Ali, they now had a little girl who was quite delightful, Leila was her name and she was a dark eyed little beauty. Ali was so proud of her and he asked me when we were alone together that if anything should happen to him would I look after Leila,he was afraid of Ayatolla Khomeini's secret police kidnapping him. I was very touched by his words but told him that this was England and he was as safe as could be. He then hugged me and said he would always think of me as a brother. He had seen the difference in our lives since I became a salesman and told me he was going to make changes in his life too, he wanted a nice car and a better home and he was'nt going to get it on a Lab technicians wage. We got back into our routine of spending Saturday,or Sunday with each others families, a fine evening meal and a couple of bottle of vino and we could relax after the weeks labours and wax lyrical. We also met some of Ali's Iranian friends who were in the same boat, they had had to leave Iran to escape from the Mullahs. They were nearly all married to English women and they were all succesful business people,it opened a whole new world to Sue and I.They loved to socialize and had great parties which were real family affairs, I especially remember an Iranian new year party which was held at a ballroom, in Edgbaston.It was so colourful and the whole Iranian ex-pat community was there ,men, and children women , the music was great ,Modern Farsi which was rhythmic and so easy to dance to. The ladies wore beautiful flowing clothes which swirled as they twisted and turned to the ebb and flow of hypnotic beats. There were no hijabs or veils covering their beauty, they were free and happy to be dancing.We had a great feast and a libation of sweet persian wine and I met many people who would be of help to me in the future. In the meantime it was back to visiting people at home and seeing if I could be of help in making life a litttle better for them. I realize that I can be a little boring in my tales of my customers but I did see sides of life that I would never have otherwise seen and also met some very special people ,the memory of whom shall stay with me forever,and most of it was happenstance.



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Id like to tell you about the ups and downs of a commission only salespersons life.The only time you earned anything was when you made a sale,you had no basic pay but were paid a percentage of the value of the item you sold,which meant that every Monday morning you started at zero all over again and your pay cheque would depend on how many sales you made that week. A lot of people could'nt hack that,most had been hourly paid,or salaried workers in other jobs,but Mrs Thatchers policies were closing down businesses hand over fist and you had to take whatever you could if you were without a job. That is how I ended up here,I was lucky in that I had some good mentors and they guided me along the road to success,the main rule was to target yourself; it was a numbers game,the more people you met the more likely that you meet someone who you could help.It was'nt always the person who had made an enquiry that bought your product but if you had given them a good presentation they would put you in touch with some who really needed help and it is in that area that I saw human kindness at it best. I was working in Hilltop,in West Bromwich, and I had to deliver set of equipment to an old chap who was suffering from arthritis; after showing how to treat himself I packed up and was saying goodbye when he asked me to call and see a young man who lived just across the street.He said he had a bad accident at the steel works and had severe muscular and skeletal problems,he gave me his name and address and I bade him goodbye and crossed the street. The young mans wife answered the door and was very wary of me,I told her her old neifghbour was a customer of mine and he thought that I might be able to help her hubby. Her husband called out from the living room "Show him in" She took me through to the living room and I saw this poor young man, his body twisted with pain sitting in a recliner chair. He was so skeptical of me because he was under specialists at the Manor hospital and that they had said there was nothing that could be done except take pain killers. There were two other couples present and it turned out they were his ex workmates and their wives,they were paying a social call and asked if I wanted them to leave. I asked them to stay,I did'nt know if I could help,but I would like to try.The young man said if I wanted to waste my time trying it was up to me and I told him that all I would want for my effort is to see if we could make him feel easier and if I could, well he would know that he was'nt at the end of the road. I took my kit in and relaxed his spine and one of his legs,that took about 20 minutes and he was honest, the pain and stiffness had eased in the areas I had treated. He then allowed me to do his badly damaged arm and this took a little longer but the result was amazing,he could now lift his arm above his shoulder and his face was shining with delight. I explained that this was'nt a miracle,the muscles were relaxed and his circulation was working,the effects would fade and he would stiffen up again, this was something that had to be done repeatedly. The ladies were sniffling and you could have sliced the emotion in that little room with a knife. His wife went out to mash some tea and his mates were feeling his arm and shoulder and the looks on their faces shone with pure happiness. When the tea was brought in we sat sipping our refreshment and I was bombarded with questions.From our conversation thus far I realised that this was beyond their reach finacially and I made no attempt to sell it to them,I asked him if he had one would he use every day,twice a day if need be. He said he had'nt felt so good for years and really wanted it. I then turned to his friends and asked them if they were happy with what they had seen and they nodded thier heads. I told them how much it cost and they looked at each other and nodded ,and then passed me their credit cards.Such is the kindness of friends and my heart was near bursting with happiness for that young couple. A different story with a nice ending occurred when I was working around the middle of England in a place called Meriden. My first call was to a beautiful bungalow on the road to Fillongley,it was huge and set in about two acres of wonderfuuly kempt gardens and lawns.The owner was a spritely lady of many years, a widow ,active in the village society and keen horticulturist; her problem was rheumatics, especially in the fingers. We had a pleasant time seeing if we could be of help and we were. She then proceeded to buy the very best,in a finish that would complement the rest of her furniture. I could'nt help but notice that she had three television sets on the end wall of her living room and when I asked her she told me that she liked her black and white tv but her daughter was always telling her to get a colour one. The black and white was a very smart Hitachi in a white enamel finish. The other two were colour tv sets and she said that her elecrtical man had persuaded to get a coloured set ,which she did, the third set was delivered the day before, her daughter had bought it for her as a birthday present. She then asked me if I would do her the favour of dumping the black and white for her. No problem . Later on that day I was back in Meriden village attending to a frightened old couple who had sent off their enquiry months before. They were as poor as church mice and were bent with pain and so I settled them both down on their settee and proceeded to work the usual magic.The wife said to me " You aint gunna hypnotise us and take our money are you?" I near fell about laughing and carried on."Just be honest with me, if it helped tell me,if it did'nt tell me as well" The treatment went wonderfully and I started to pack up.They asked what happened now and I told them that was it , it was a free trial and if they knew anyone with the same problems as theirs to tell them about Niagara. Just as I was about to make my exit the old man switched on the television, it was a battered old set, the horizontal hold was gone and the screen was like looking into a dirty fish bowl. I asked them how long they had put up with that,"years", they said. I reached up and took it down of the shelf . " What are you doing?" they protested. I just said wait, and then shot out to the car and brought the Hitachi in. I stuck it on the shelf ,plugged it in and there was a shiny new picture,perfect. They wailed "We can't afford that" It's a gift I said and made my exit.I had paid it forward and I felt so good for doing it; they stood on the step, tearful, cheerful and waved me as I drove home.



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One thing I can say for sure about my job at Niagara is that we sure earned our corn,we were out at sunrise and hardly ever got home at a reasonable hour for dinner television and newspapers were scarce read or watched,what I did carry in the car were lots of comedy tapes.It was easier to keep a smile on your face if you had been listening to a really funny tape. Radio Four was always a good source of humour, especially at 12.30 midday and after the Archers of an evening,far better to walk to someone's door with a light step and a smile on your face than carry the worries of the world on your shoulders.You never knew what kind of reception you would get when you knocked that door. One time I was working around the Pennines with a group from Manchester office,we had a few calls to do at a little place called Blacko,it seemed to be right on the edge of the Moors.There was a row of terrace houses,like old miners houses ,but there was nought else for miles.One of my colleagues,John E.had a call at one of them and he said his heart sank when he saw the state of the house,it was dilapidated and the garden was overgrown. The enquiry had been sent by a lady and John steeled himself, you never know your luck. He rattled the door and it was answered at length by a bronchitic little man who looked ancient ,John asked if the lady was home and the man replied "Yes,come in Lad" John entered the frontroom and the old man said "it's me mother,she sends these" John asked if she was home and the old man said yes "She's in there Mr" he said pointing to the door at the rear of the room.John said that he felt the hairs on the back of his head start to prickle.The old man started to push John toward the door and he became really frightened,it was irrational but he felt afraid. He pulled himself together and told the old man that he had to get something from the car and fled the the house. Now John wasn't a wimp,but he said that he felt as though he was in the presence of real evil and was scared half to death. He drove for a few miles and stopped in a lay by. He could'nt understand what had come over him and he was never a one to waste a lead so, after a drink from his flask he drove back to those little terraced houses ,only this time he went to the house next door to his lead.He asked the lady there if she knew when the woman next door would be home.She Looked at him and asked if he was sure that he had the right address ,so he showed her the lead.She looked at it and then looked at John"She's been dead ten years or more me love" she said.John felt sickened ,what lay behind that rear door? My misadventures were more humdrum,one that springs to mind was when I went to deliver some equipment to the owner of a large engineering works in Sutton Coldfield; he wanted to pay for it through the company's bank. He introduced me to his secretary, who was a mature lady of a very attractive appearance. "Mrs S0 & SO will look after you Brian" He shook my hand and told her to prepare the cheque. She then started to ask me what it was I did and I gave her a brief explanation.She then expressed an interest in having a free trial of it for herself.We made a date for me to see her the following Monday morning. Come the day I turned up and she was wearing the flimsiest of dresses and you did'nt have to be too clever to see that was she naked beneath the dress.It was arousing, but I had to try and ignore it. She started to tell me of her problems and sex was at the root of them; at this time I hadn't attempted to touch her with my massager,of a truth I too felt a little frightened ,you hear tales of women spurned.Anyway I tried to take control of the situation by going back to my standard demonstration.Her legs were bare and I told her that the best effects were felt through cloth,but she wouldn't have it ,so I started massaging her feet and then her calves and the further up I massaged she became more explicit about her sexual needs.I'm not a blushing virgin but I was, and am, a happily married man. When I got to her knees I switched off and curtailed the demonstration,telling her that the motor was going to burn out. I asked her to see me off at the door so that her neighbours might see that she had'nt come to any harm.I drove off down the road and stopped for a coffee and a cigarette,I really needed them.



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I had been doing this job long enogh to see that I was not going to get on in the company because I seemed to be a reluctant team player. The long term sales people socialised more than I did, the regulars,both men and women were golfers and throughout the year they would have little competitions,and it was noticed that salesmen who were good golfers regularly got promoted to full time ,salaried positions,I had never been interested in the game and saw many a kid who was nowhere near as good as a salesman as me get promoted over my head.I never made an issue of it but my area Manager called me into his office for a chat. He explained how the company felt about me, they felt I had talent but I was a bit of a loner in that I did'nt socialise as much as the rest. I told Derek that my wife resented the time I spent away from home and she did'nt like me going off to the exotic locations for the company conventions. He heard me out and then told me it was partly my fault.He said that my political and trade union background were still very strong within me and that I was no longer an hourly paid worker but a professional, I was treating my wife as though I was still a lorry driver. I never involved her in my work,I drove my wagon got my wages ,paid the bills and tried to save."You never involved her in your job,and you are still not involving her" He said that the other guys brought their wives and children to the office get togethers and the conventions,so it was no wonder she felt alienated. "You start bringing her to our meetings,she'll see for herself what we are like." He told me we had a quarterly meeting coming up at a big hotel in Derby at the end of the month; do your best to get her there. It was a weekend event and on the Saturday there was a banquet followed by a dance; the Midlands and Northern regions would be attending so it would be posh frocks and tuxedo's.We had a great time and the sales ladies made a real fuss of Sue,best of all she saw that she had nothing to worry about from female competition,they all had their boyfriends and husbands with them. We were up early next morning to get showered shaved and breakfasted and then it was down to the ballroom again to learn of the next convention.Our chairman was an expert at creating excitement, he and he wife ,plus a camera team were filmed boarding an airliner at Heathrow, the camera's carefully avoided any destination signs and the pair of them were filmed sitting comfortably as the plane took to the skies. The pilots voice came over the tannoy that the plane was heading in a south easterly direction and would be nearing it's destination in approximately three and a half hours. Sue was squeezing my hand excitedly , the plane landed and the MD and his wife were transferred to a car ,again no signs identifying where we were. And then they drove up to a beautiful hotel atop a hill and were taken into a foyer that was absolutely gorgeous. A quick pan around the hotel and the film ended with a view of the beach.Sue was rapturous,the MD then said ,"that's your next destination folks Albufiera on the Algarve " "Now, what do you have to do to get there" I was inwardly shrinking,Sue was sitting on the edge of her seat,excited as hell."Well, you should all make it to this one, all you have to do is this.................................................." And he explained the rules of the competition. He then held up some baggage tags,"Those of you who are going can come out and get your baggage tags now,there's no limit as to how many people you bring,it's one tag per person and you multiply the score required to meet your tally. Sue was up and out of her seat, marching down to the stage to grab four tags. I tried to duck behind my seat as she did so so, yes,I was embarrassed.I'd never won more than one ticket before, she thinks I'm going to win four!!! As we drove home she told me how happy that the kid's would be knowing that they were going to a posh hotel for an all expenses paid holiday with me thinking "Jeeze,I'll never live this down" We never met at the office as usual next morning,instead we were to meet up for breakfast at the Fighting Cocks hotel over in Wolverhampton. All of our salespeople were there for were doing a sales run around the Penn and Bridgnorth area. The office big mouth was there ,just waiting my arrival ,when I walked in he said "Here is lads, his missis made a real fool of him yesterday; said he'd win four places...four places my arse, you only ever win one Daley" That got right up my nose "Is that right mate" I glowered " If my missis says I will win four then that is what I will do..................and before you open your trap, lets have a grand on that!!" It shut him up but I was'nt about to let it go at that. "I've had enough of your bullshit,now let's see the colour of your money" He sat redfaced and silent," You started this brother ,now finish it or face the consequences" Don the manager could see how angry I was ,he said why did'nt we make it a tenner and he would hold the money for the winner. I agreed and so did big mouth and then we all went out to work. I had forgotten about the incident by lunch time, I had done three wonderful sales and I was well on my way to starting my target. When I got home that night the children were apprised of my target by Sue and she had done a wonderfull wall chart for me. She had drawn a wall made up of bricks that counted as a unit each. I had to get 76 bricks per ticket x4, that was a lot of units. From the bottom of the wall you counted up to the first 76 and on that brick she put Jo's name, and then 76 bricks later she put Stevens name, and then her name and ,finally my name. Every night when I came home the kids coloured in the bricks, if I gor home early without a score they would push me out until I came home with more bricks to colour in.For the the first time I had the whole family behind me.

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I had been doing this job long enogh to see that I was not going to get on in the company because I seemed to be a reluctant team player. The long term sales people socialised more than I did, the regulars,both men and women were golfers and throughout the year they would have little competitions,and it was noticed that salesmen who were good golfers regularly got promoted to full time ,salaried positions,I had never been interested in the game and saw many a kid who was nowhere near as good as a salesman as me get promoted over my head.I never made an issue of it but my area Manager called me into his office for a chat. He explained how the company felt about me, they felt I had talent but I was a bit of a loner in that I did'nt socialise as much as the rest. I told Derek that my wife resented the time I spent away from home and she did'nt like me going off to the exotic locations for the company conventions. He heard me out and then told me it was partly my fault.He said that my political and trade union background were still very strong within me and that I was no longer an hourly paid worker but a professional, I was treating my wife as though I was still a lorry driver. I never involved her in my work,I drove my wagon got my wages ,paid the bills and tried to save."You never involved her in your job,and you are still not involving her" He said that the other guys brought their wives and children to the office get togethers and the conventions,so it was no wonder she felt alienated. "You start bringing her to our meetings,she'll see for herself what we are like." He told me we had a quarterly meeting coming up at a big hotel in Derby at the end of the month; do your best to get her there. It was a weekend event and on the Saturday there was a banquet followed by a dance; the Midlands and Northern regions would be attending so it would be posh frocks and tuxedo's.We had a great time and the sales ladies made a real fuss of Sue,best of all she saw that she had nothing to worry about from female competition,they all had their boyfriends and husbands with them. We were up early next morning to get showered shaved and breakfasted and then it was down to the ballroom again to learn of the next convention.Our chairman was an expert at creating excitement, he and he wife ,plus a camera team were filmed boarding an airliner at Heathrow, the camera's carefully avoided any destination signs and the pair of them were filmed sitting comfortably as the plane took to the skies. The pilots voice came over the tannoy that the plane was heading in a south easterly direction and would be nearing it's destination in approximately three and a half hours. Sue was squeezing my hand excitedly , the plane landed and the MD and his wife were transferred to a car ,again no signs identifying where we were. And then they drove up to a beautiful hotel atop a hill and were taken into a foyer that was absolutely gorgeous. A quick pan around the hotel and the film ended with a view of the beach.Sue was rapturous,the MD then said ,"that's your next destination folks Albufiera on the Algarve " "Now, what do you have to do to get there" I was inwardly shrinking,Sue was sitting on the edge of her seat,excited as hell."Well, you should all make it to this one, all you have to do is this.................................................." And he explained the rules of the competition. He then held up some baggage tags,"Those of you who are going can come out and get your baggage tags now,there's no limit as to how many people you bring,it's one tag per person and you multiply the score required to meet your tally. Sue was up and out of her seat, marching down to the stage to grab four tags. I tried to duck behind my seat as she did so so, yes,I was embarrassed.I'd never won more than one ticket before, she thinks I'm going to win four!!! As we drove home she told me how happy that the kid's would be knowing that they were going to a posh hotel for an all expenses paid holiday with me thinking "Jeeze,I'll never live this down" We never met at the office as usual next morning,instead we were to meet up for breakfast at the Fighting Cocks hotel over in Wolverhampton. All of our salespeople were there for were doing a sales run around the Penn and Bridgnorth area. The office big mouth was there ,just waiting my arrival ,when I walked in he said "Here is lads, his missis made a real fool of him yesterday; said he'd win four places...four places my arse, you only ever win one Daley" That got right up my nose "Is that right mate" I glowered " If my missis says I will win four then that is what I will do..................and before you open your trap, lets have a grand on that!!" It shut him up but I was'nt about to let it go at that. "I've had enough of your bullshit,now let's see the colour of your money" He sat redfaced and silent," You started this brother ,now finish it or face the consequences" Don the manager could see how angry I was ,he said why did'nt we make it a tenner and he would hold the money for the winner. I agreed and so did big mouth and then we all went out to work. I had forgotten about the incident by lunch time, I had done three wonderful sales and I was well on my way to starting my target. When I got home that night the children were apprised of my target by Sue and she had done a wonderfull wall chart for me. She had drawn a wall made up of bricks that counted as a unit each. I had to get 76 bricks per ticket x4, that was a lot of units. From the bottom of the wall you counted up to the first 76 and on that brick she put Jo's name, and then 76 bricks later she put Stevens name, and then her name and ,finally my name. Every night when I came home the kids coloured in the bricks, if I gor home early without a score they would push me out until I came home with more bricks to colour in.For the the first time I had the whole family behind me.



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I had been doing this job long enogh to see that I was not going to get on in the company because I seemed to be a reluctant team player. The long term sales people socialised more than I did, the regulars,both men and women were golfers and throughout the year they would have little competitions,and it was noticed that salesmen who were good golfers regularly got promoted to full time ,salaried positions,I had never been interested in the game and saw many a kid who was nowhere near as good as a salesman as me get promoted over my head.I never made an issue of it but my area Manager called me into his office for a chat. He explained how the company felt about me, they felt I had talent but I was a bit of a loner in that I did'nt socialise as much as the rest. I told Derek that my wife resented the time I spent away from home and she did'nt like me going off to the exotic locations for the company conventions. He heard me out and then told me it was partly my fault.He said that my political and trade union background were still very strong within me and that I was no longer an hourly paid worker but a professional, I was treating my wife as though I was still a lorry driver. I never involved her in my work,I drove my wagon got my wages ,paid the bills and tried to save."You never involved her in your job,and you are still not involving her" He said that the other guys brought their wives and children to the office get togethers and the conventions,so it was no wonder she felt alienated. "You start bringing her to our meetings,she'll see for herself what we are like." He told me we had a quarterly meeting coming up at a big hotel in Derby at the end of the month; do your best to get her there. It was a weekend event and on the Saturday there was a banquet followed by a dance; the Midlands and Northern regions would be attending so it would be posh frocks and tuxedo's.We had a great time and the sales ladies made a real fuss of Sue,best of all she saw that she had nothing to worry about from female competition,they all had their boyfriends and husbands with them. We were up early next morning to get showered shaved and breakfasted and then it was down to the ballroom again to learn of the next convention.Our chairman was an expert at creating excitement, he and he wife ,plus a camera team were filmed boarding an airliner at Heathrow, the camera's carefully avoided any destination signs and the pair of them were filmed sitting comfortably as the plane took to the skies. The pilots voice came over the tannoy that the plane was heading in a south easterly direction and would be nearing it's destination in approximately three and a half hours. Sue was squeezing my hand excitedly , the plane landed and the MD and his wife were transferred to a car ,again no signs identifying where we were. And then they drove up to a beautiful hotel atop a hill and were taken into a foyer that was absolutely gorgeous. A quick pan around the hotel and the film ended with a view of the beach.Sue was rapturous,the MD then said ,"that's your next destination folks Albufiera on the Algarve " "Now, what do you have to do to get there" I was inwardly shrinking,Sue was sitting on the edge of her seat,excited as hell."Well, you should all make it to this one, all you have to do is this.................................................." And he explained the rules of the competition. He then held up some baggage tags,"Those of you who are going can come out and get your baggage tags now,there's no limit as to how many people you bring,it's one tag per person and you multiply the score required to meet your tally. Sue was up and out of her seat, marching down to the stage to grab four tags. I tried to duck behind my seat as she did so so, yes,I was embarrassed.I'd never won more than one ticket before, she thinks I'm going to win four!!! As we drove home she told me how happy that the kid's would be knowing that they were going to a posh hotel for an all expenses paid holiday with me thinking "Jeeze,I'll never live this down" We never met at the office as usual next morning,instead we were to meet up for breakfast at the Fighting Cocks hotel over in Wolverhampton. All of our salespeople were there for were doing a sales run around the Penn and Bridgnorth area. The office big mouth was there ,just waiting my arrival ,when I walked in he said "Here is lads, his missis made a real fool of him yesterday; said he'd win four places...four places my arse, you only ever win one Daley" That got right up my nose "Is that right mate" I glowered " If my missis says I will win four then that is what I will do..................and before you open your trap, lets have a grand on that!!" It shut him up but I was'nt about to let it go at that. "I've had enough of your bullshit,now let's see the colour of your money" He sat redfaced and silent," You started this brother ,now finish it or face the consequences" Don the manager could see how angry I was ,he said why did'nt we make it a tenner and he would hold the money for the winner. I agreed and so did big mouth and then we all went out to work. I had forgotten about the incident by lunch time, I had done three wonderful sales and I was well on my way to starting my target. When I got home that night the children were apprised of my target by Sue and she had done a wonderfull wall chart for me. She had drawn a wall made up of bricks that counted as a unit each. I had to get 76 bricks per ticket x4, that was a lot of units. From the bottom of the wall you counted up to the first 76 and on that brick she put Jo's name, and then 76 bricks later she put Stevens name, and then her name and ,finally my name. Every night when I came home the kids coloured in the bricks, if I gor home early without a score they would push me out until I came home with more bricks to colour in.For the the first time I had the whole family behind me.



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