Tacos, Tinsel, and the New Sales Guy
Tacos, Tinsel, and the New Sales Guy A Conversation with Santa Claus Every December, I carve out a little quiet time to talk with my North Pole pal, Santa Claus. Please note this is not the cheap department-store imposter, but the honest-to-goodness Jolly One. Despite his age and high-cholesterol diet, Santa remembers names, recognizes patterns, and isn’t afraid to point out bad habits. He knows exactly who’s been working and who just looks busy. This year, we agreed to meet somewhere neutral: No workshop No sleigh No pesky elves Just tacos So there we were at my favorite spot, Rudy’s Tacos, just a block from my East Davenport office. We slid into a booth after long days, me locking up River Heights Consulting , Santa still smelling faintly of peppermint, plastic pine needles, and retail exhaustion. “Hard day?” I asked. Santa nodded. “You wouldn’t believe how many people ask for things they aren’t ready to take care of.” I smiled. “That sounds familiar.” Santa took a bite of his ...