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A VIP decided to visit the stores in Outremer today for reasons only known to himself and the three other people who outranked me during the visit. After store and district, the terms get fuzzy; region, area, division, and so forth, but I knew this guy was up there. I kind of had an idea he was on his way, but I'm kind of a no-notice, so I just blow it off. The two who came with him were clearly intimidated though. He was waiting when I got to the store, walked up and introduced himself. Pretty nice, I thought. Older fellow, slightly stooped with a pair of reading glasses perched on his head. He then takes a rapid march through the isles with three managers in lockstep behind him. All of two minutes later he's back.
"So Chris, can you tell me the five areas we zone?" Blast! I knew I should have studied. My manager does a facepalm as I stutter "Well... um..." I then look to see the two other managers who haven't left their places behind him jump into action. District is making quick chopping motions with his hands as he mouthes the words. Regional is going all out. He puts his hands in him armpits and shivers.
District catches on. He mimics eating as Regional pretends to open a can.
District leans his head over and scratches rapidly.
Regional is pretending to swallow something. District pretends to stab his inner elbow.
Last he moves his index finger like he is pulling a trigger while making a circular motion with his other hand. Chemicals. But chemicals is too far away from the front where I am posted. Could he mean automotive? It's a high loss area. Could he mean paper goods? It's not really something you have to pay attention to.
"What is paper goods?" I say with conviction.
"This is a well disciplined team" Says the VIP and marches right out. Regional follows on his heels. District is right behind them checking his pulse.
I look at my manager. "What were they all about? See that?"