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Selling or Selling Out?
“No really, what do you think? Do you agree or not?” asked
Madame.
“I… I… uhm…. I really don’t know, Madame,” replied Giselle
hesitantly.
“Beep, whir, bing…” ‘CRACK, CHRUNCH!’ Then “O
U C H ” printed across Managing Mike’s,
the recyc-letron’s,
computer screen, which was imbedded in his chest, and he fell to the ground.
“Oh, Mon Dieu!” cried Madame Le Tron, rising from her
computer desk. “Not again! If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a
thousand times, Mike, you need to have someone
look at that joint. I swear to
you that the mechanism that locks your wheel in place is out of alignment, and
if we don’t get it fixed soon, the damage could become serious.”
All of a sudden a roll of duct tape swooped into the room
and unwrapped, and then wrapped around Mike’s ‘joint’ and aligned his wheel to
the rod that attached it to his robotic body.
“Really?” exclaimed Madame Le Tron, as she threw up her arms
and sank back into her desk chair.
“You are going to allow a 3-year-old ghost to administer to
your robotic malfunction instead of a professional?”
“Madame, you know that Alice is well over one hundred years
old and that she was 3 years old when she drowned in the bathtub upstairs,”
stated Giselle with a tone of reprimand in her voice.
“Qui, Mon Cheri, but one hundred years in death does not a
robotic repairman make,” huffed Madame, an unmistakable edge in her voice. “I doubt that you would find duct tape as one
of the ‘tools-of-the trade’ in a true robotic expert’s tool box.”
“Voila!” shouted Giselle, “Mike is up and running!”
Madame just rolled her eyes as Mike rolled, a bit unsteadily,
in her direction to hand her a document that had just finished printing from
his computer screen.
Giselle grabbed the document from Managing Mike’s
wrench-like hand, causing him to wobble and fall.
Alice was at-the-ready, and pillows from the settee quickly
appeared beneath Mike to break his fall.
“Incroyable,” whispered Madame Le Tron under her breath, as
she shook her head in disbelief.
Giselle read aloud from the printed page…
My Dearest Madame Le Tron,
I am aware
of your concern in reference to my
current condition, and I regret that
I am causing you
pain. I, however, am also in pain.
Given the current state of affairs,
I have had
Ghoulish
Gordon conjure up Alice to partner with me
until
we have managed our current workload and I
may
take leave to see a specialist in regards to my
mechanical
malfunction.
“That
sounds reasonable,” concluded Giselle.
“Reasonable?”
intoned Madame Le Tron. “Do you hear
what you are saying?”
Exasperated,
Madame rose once again from her desk and began pacing about the room. Her
black-gloved hands waved wildly about as her curls sprung loose from her otherwise
well-quaffed hairdo.
She
calmed herself and said, “When one enters into a business partnership with
another entity, to benefit the company as a whole, the said partnership must be
strategically planned out.”
“That
sounds reasonable,” repeated Giselle.
“One
must consider the pros and cons of the partnership as well as the strengths and
weakness of each of the parties. One might ask, “How will the union between the
two mutually benefit or disfavor the company and or those parties participating
in the proposed partnership?”
“That
sounds reasonable,” repeated Giselle yet again.
“Then,
after much discussion, if common ground is obtained and the possible benefits
appear to outweigh the possible consequences, the two parties should draft an
agreement of terms to which each partner will be held accountable.”
“That
sounds reasonable,” Giselle repeated for the third time in a row
Madame
Le Tron, once again in front of her computer screen, sank slowly into her big
black desk chair. She gripped the arms of the chair tightly in an effort to
keep her temper in check.
“Therefore,
to enter into a partnership that is haphazard, compromises the company for
personal gain, or alters the integrity of the company in order to avoid a loss
in production and/or revenues could, in the end, cause irreparable damage, not
only to the company but, also to the parties involved, and could be considered selling
out.” Madame glared at Giselle. She held up a single black-gloved hand and whispered
sternly, “Don’t say it!”
“Say
what?” Giselle whispered back.
“’That
sounds reasonable.’ ”
“Okay…,”
replied Giselle, as a tense silence filled the room.
Madame
Le Tron looked over her dark black glasses at Giselle, then at Mike, then back
at Giselle again. “Well…?”
“Well,
what?” replied Giselle.
“Say
something!” Madame demanded.
“What’s
your point?”
“Good
question,” responded Madame, as she dropped her head to the desktop . “I just want Managing Mike to be all right,
and I don’t think partnering with a hundred-and-some-odd-year-old ghost, who is
only three years old, and have her wrap duct tape around him as he falls apart
before our very eyes, is the right kind of partnership to have.”
“Are
you finished yet?” Giselle asked Madame Le Tron, as she crossed over and put
her arm around Madame’s shoulder to comfort her.
“No,
I am also concerned that this partnership that we are about to enter into might
be considered selling out.”
And
with that a computer printout appeared and floated gently down from the sky.
My Dearest Madame Le Tron,
I
will make an appointment with the robotic
specialist directly, not only to
appease you, but also
because this tape is highly
uncomfortable, not to mention,
dulling the shine of my finely
polished chrome plate.
In
addition, before my collapse at the beginning of
this Blog, I was about to agree whole
heartedly with the
upcoming partnership that you have
proposed.
The work you have put into it, the
integrity of the
not-for-profit organization you will be
working with, as well
as its mission and the nature of the products
we create are
a perfect fit.
As
for Alice, with our ghost and fairy lines beginning to
“fly”
off the shelves in ways that we never expected, who better
than our petite
phantom here to keep track of it all.
“There then, a partnership made in heaven, mais non?”
suggested Madame Le Tron.
“Well, at least made in the other realm!” giggled
Giselle.
Ah yes, all is well once again in the Wonderful World of
Le Tron!
See you next Wednesday at 3 pm Central.
Au revoir,
Madame Le Tron
Note: We continue to be amazed with our off-line
sales and opportunities. Recently, while participating in a mystic fair in an
old theatre, we saw a great opportunity to help the theatre raise funds as we raise
our products’ and brand’s awareness in what appears to be our niche market.
Next month we will partner with the
Friends of the Theatre’s not-for-profit group with a product designed
especially for them. We are thrilled to have the opportunity to create greater
brand and product awareness and at the same time help to raise funds to “Save
the Mounds Theatre!”
What a “TWIST!”
We would love to hear about the
“TWISTS” and unexpected opportunities in your business!
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them with all of our readers below…
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