Monthly Archives: July 2009

Team Leader- Domestic

We are looking for a Team Leader Operations for our client Kankei, a domestic Call Center.
Gender-Male
Location- Not very far away from Malad
Experience-Outbound sales experience
With high energy level, Must have had some experience as a Team Coach or Team Leader on papers. A good motivator with good Team Management skills.
Ready to work extended hours.
Mail us your profile on navin@netsyscon.net or call on 9987002541
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Corporate Lesson

A young executive was leaving the office at 6 PM when he found the CEO standing in front of a shredder with a piece of paper in his hand.

“Listen,” said the CEO, “this is a very sensitive and important document and my secretary has left. Can you make this thing work?”

“Certainly, Sir” said the young executive. He turned the machine on, inserted the paper, and pressed the start button.

“Excellent, excellent!” said the CEO as his paper disappeared inside the machine.”I just need one copy.”

MORAL OF THE STORY: Never, never assume that your BOSS knows everything

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away

A young man learns what’s most important in life from the guy next door. It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams.

There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with those important to him. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.

Over the phone, his mother told him, “Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday.”

Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.

“Jack, did you hear me?”

“Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It’s been so long since I thought of him. I’m sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago,” Jack said.

“Well, he didn’t forget you. Every time I saw him he’d ask how you were doing. He’d reminisce about the many days you spent over “his side of the fence” as he put it,” Mom told him.

“I loved that old house he lived in,” Jack said.

“You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man’s influence in your life,” she said.

“He’s the one who taught me carpentry,” he said. “I wouldn’t be in this business if it weren’t for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were  important…Mom, I’ll be there for the funeral,” Jack said.

As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser’s funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.

The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.

Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time.

The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture….Jack stopped suddenly.

“What’s wrong, Jack?” his Mom asked.

“The box is gone,” he said.

“What box? ” Mom asked.

“There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he’d ever tell me was ‘the thing I value most,'” Jack said.

It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.

“Now I’ll never know what was so valuable to him,” Jack said. “I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom.”

It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. “Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days,” the note read.

Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. “Mr. Harold Belser” it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack’s hands shook as he read the note inside.

“Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett.

It’s the thing I valued most in my life.” A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch. Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved: “Jack, Thanks for your time! – Harold Belser.”

“The thing he valued most…was…my time.”

Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. “Why?” Janet, his assistant asked. “I need some time to spend with my son,” he said. “Oh, by the way, Janet…thanks for your time!”

“Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away,”

Inspiring Story- Statue and the Tiles

Marble Statue and Tiles

There was this museum laid with beautiful marble tiles, with a huge marble statue displayed in the middle of the lobby. Many people came from all over
the world just to admire this statue. One night, the marble tiles started talking to the marble statue.

Tiles : Hey statue, it’s just not fair.Why does everybody from all over the world come all the way here just to step on me while admiring you?

Marble Statue: My dear friend, marble tile, do u still remember that we were actually from the same cave?

Tile : Yeah! thats why i feel it is even more unfair. We were born from the same cave and yet we receive different treatment now. Not fair!

Statue: Then, do you still remember the day when the designer tried to work on you but you resisted the tools?

Marble Tiles : Yes, I hate that guy, how could he use those tools on me?

Statue : Well, he couldn’t work on you, when he decided to give up on you and start working on me instead, I knew at once that i would be something
different after his efforts. I bore all the painful tools he used on me!

Marble Statue continued: My friend, there is a price to everything in life, since you decided to give up half way, you can’t blame anybody who steps on
you now.!

Moral : The harder the knocks you go through in life, the more you learn and put them to use in the future! Donot be discouraged by setbacks and
failures…!

Corporate Sales Managers- China

ABEC India is looking to establish its base in China. www.abcindia.biz The company is looking for Corporate Sales Managers who would map and create a client base in China for which events can be organized. Full support would be provided by the company to establish its base in China.

ABEC does events in various sectors namely IT, Fashion, Designer, Audio-Video, Consumer Durables, Petroleum etc.

Responsibilities
Mapping Corporates in assigned vertical and selling ABEC services.
Senior Candidates would have higher responisbilities with reference to Team Management.
The current role in India can be viewed at
https://netsyscon4hr.wordpress.com/2009/04/09/corporate-sales-manager-conference-events/

However the role would differ in terms of the Chinese Market considering the responibilties of building a base from scratch.

Requirements
Minimum 2 years of experience into Direct Corporate Sales in China.
Languages Spoken- Chinese/English
Know how of how concept Sales works would be an added advantage.
Email-jobs@netsyscon.net

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