A new Monday called and so it was off to work; personnel consulting. I mean, of course, personnel "consulting". So off to the A40, there a little time spent with parking, then you were already in Essen. A fantastic city. Compared to Duisburg. Of course, one was 15 minutes before there, "the Flurfunk" catch or better said, who had burned again which customer. That could happen when former mobile phone salesmen without training were let loose on customers and specialists from the field of accounting were offered for sale. Already here I noticed this slightly spicy scent that meandered through the corridors.
I went into the sales room, Till Brauer came towards me, his sign best consultant in the area of employee leasing. Self-proclaimed. He smiled his smile with which he tried to paint over the constant uncertainty, on the table the 200ml version Boss Bottled. Twelve more sprays were quickly taken, the new colleague across the table hadn't noticed who was top dog here after all. Because Till Brauer was. Which is why, in parallel to customer acquisition, he also knew how to blow his salary in online casinos.
"Till, what smells here so like caraway and something soapy? Has Özdogan once again soiled himself before client meetings and tried to clean up makeshift?"
Samer Özdogan, "manager" of the troop, initiator of the motivation morning circle, so that also the 25 telephone calls daily would be settled, appeared gladly times with smeared shirt. Quite pragmatically by sullying the shirt at the car with oil or also by food; everything was right for him.
"No, maybe the new colleague?"
"It wasn't him, I didn't notice anything in the lift, I was in there with him and the boss."
15 minutes earlier, "Morning, boss." "Morning, what are the numbers doing? The probationary period on the one, I can't remember the names, is coming to an end, isn't it? Are we kicking him out?"
"Well, I think he might make it..."
"Okay, out it is."
The elevator arrived on the fifth floor.
"oh, the other one who went up in the elevator with us is getting off too, he didn't even say hello."
"Surely the new one for Samer's team."
"Ok, then I'll tell him he needs to fire him right now. He didn't say hello."
"He doesn't know us!"
"He didn't say hello!!!!!!"
So I went on to find who smelled like stale spice, strong, intense. The tangerine and dry fruits provided that feeling. It was joined by a hint of cinnamon, which could have come from the crumbs of Samer's shirt. First pull of the first of 15 coffees, the aroma became more full-bodied and ripe that way. "Oh, do we have good coffee lately? Not the gloop from before because the contract was so cheap?" "No, it's the old brew, I don't know where that smell is coming from either. It's starting to smell like caraway seeds too. But mild, maybe someone didn't put their food away again."
"At nine o'clock?"
"Some colleagues consume the first counter wine there."
So I went to my seat, still unable to locate the olfactory center of my interest. First I sought feedback from interviews of my candidates, my specialization was freelancers. I got the acceptance and as was customary, I ran to the bell and rang so everyone knew I had referred someone and the money was coming in. Everyone hooted, I slapped a few hands and shouted, "Yeah, 500 euros profit a day, I'm filling my pockets nicely!"
Shortly afterwards the customer called, I had forgotten to hang up and had to renegotiate the price. Didn't matter, right afterwards I pushed the candidate's day rate. After all, I needed the bonus for perfumes. Speaking of which, since my day's work was done and I had nothing else to do besides manager meetings and making whimsical comments to co-workers about their communication skills on the phone to sweeten the day, I went in search of the fragrance.
By now it smelled creamy and spicy. Frankincense encompassed an amber-balsamic tinged spice panopticon. The saffron provided some color, pepper some slight spiciness, there was also ginger. But rather pale. I briefly suspected the colleague from the festival agency, but then I remembered that he was on leave. He was drunk and caused a car accident. That's semi-intelligent, of course, with a company car. It was equally unwise to then just keep driving home and not notice for 30 minutes that the injured parties were following behind and then calling the police when you arrived home together.
I didn't figure it out and so the day rippled along with the scent. I almost found myself unable to solve the mystery when my weekly conversation with one of my co-workers provided illumination. Autistic Alex, so called because he was not very empathetic and liked to show it off, was sitting there as usual: shirt tucked into yellow underpants, matching mustard-colored socks, his hair sticking out in confusion. Longer than anyone else he'd been at it, and more successful too. Anyway, the man ("I don't remember names of new colleagues until after the probationary period is over", "Hahahaha, the stupid colleague didn't get it" or "unfortunately, that's my client and job, I called there once three years ago") smelled elderly.
"Alex, what did you put on today? Grandpa's spruce needle bath as a perfume?"
In fact, I felt reminded of the characteristically earthy Nagarmotha smell, but Alex wouldn't be able to place that.
"This is Nefer by Parfum Prissana. Gave it to me by my ex."
"The one who kicked you out after her India vacation, or the one you met on that singles catamaran trip for teachers without being a teacher?"
"The first one."
"Already exciting scent, now it seems resinous to me again with subtle elements of sandalwood. That gives the cardamom a whole other depth, so it seems more multi-faceted. Anyway, your numbers are off as usual and your now two calls a day are not enough. Can you please stop ordering gardening tools like chainsaws into the office and taking sawing classes during your work hours?"
Suddenly the door swung open, "Alex, your client is calling, almost everyone has quit and they want you to send five people over."
"Forget what I said Alex...bring the money home!"