What do you do?

A simple question. I'm shit at answering it:

Compose regional reviews for line manager. Ship relevant innovation samples for use at meetings. compose prop docs for regional deals. update monthly mapnotes for the operational guys who must execute promotions in stores. update the promotional grid with regional and national activities. assist in pricing discrepancies when orders are rejected or blocked. Communicate with category management on innovation samples, any delays or issues of that nature. track innovation ranging in accordance with what is agreed with each region. assist the forecasting of demand across personal care ranges going forward in the year. compose item number request sheets for customer HQ when they have to range new innovations. pull cross customer reports for director 'eg top 50 sku's in A against top 50 in B'. pull sales information to track success of items. compose evaluation sheets of past promotions in customer. present to the regional operational managers for customer A and B on upcoming innovations and promotional execution in their stores. inquire with brand on execution technicalities which are unclear. strive to magic stock into existence when items are on promotion and out of stock. follow-up non-compliance of promotional activities and solutions there of. update relevant documentation per region per meeting. sort out line deletion/ammendment/addition from adhoc pov. Track promotional grid against physical/virtual leaflets available. Track deal-spend against the targets set. umm... and stuff

I'm sure the general idea is clear from this. Maybe I've missed a pretty obvious description as well. Who knows.

Haha ^^

So again the answer reads like this: 

The best use of Life is to keep it as a verb (:

Dearest of the dear, Amilia

Amilia was the daughter of the king, a very beautiful and carefree girl. Her beauty inspired many a festival and courageous act in the kingdom from hopeful followers. Among the many who wanted her hand was Filipoles. Filipoles was the captain of her personal guard.

Time and time again he would approach her with gifts, accomplish feats of skill and endurance in her honour and serenade her as he followed her throughout the kingdom. Yet Amilia did not return his affections. A girl of innocent charm and presence she rarely carried an awareness of her effect on men.

One day, after Filipoles had again sang the sweetest of songs, climbed the highest mountain in the region and returned with flowers that only grew atop it for Amilia, his heart grew bitter from her rejection. Could she not understand his feelings for her? Why did she persist in playing the fool?
Filipoles went to her bed chamber that evening. He plunged his knife into her chest and cut out her heart. Her screams awoke the whole palace, but when the first witnesses entered her bed chamber all they found was Amilia curled up on her bed, staring out the window. Although there was blood on her gown, her body showed no sign of a wound.

Filipoles had stolen her heart and taken it away with him. He travelled for days, finally arriving at Mount Olympus. At the foot of the mountain he entered a cave, and after hours of walking underground he entered a cavern filled with ice. Here he cut a pedestal from the ice and upon it laid Amilia’s still beating heart.

Upon returning to the kingdom Filipoles was stripped of his position and sent to the edge of the kingdom. He lived out his days in bitterness, finally plunging into madness because of it. Years past and the kingdom mourned the loss of their beloved Amilia. She no longer smiled and her youth seemed to have been washed away, to be replaced by the cold eternity of a soul void of emotion.

Many sought to return her heart, however none ever found it. Filipoles had lost touch of reality in his bitterness and could no longer speak to relate the location of the cavern. In a desperate attempt to return his daughter to her former self, the king announced that the reward for return of her heart would be the kingdom. One of those who answered this call was Adalius, the twin brother of Filipoles. One of calm and collected personality, Adalius went in search of his twin and spent two years in his company, deciphering Filipoles’ meaningless ramblings. None know what passed between them during those years, however shortly after Adalius travelled to Mount Olympus and located Amilia’s heart.

A great festival was held at the palace upon Adalius’ return. The overjoyed king sent for Amilia and had Adalius present her with her heart himself. The heart once encased in ice, slowly thawed out in her small hands. The people watched with wonder as her face slowly gained its former beauty and vitality. Yet it was not meant to be. As Amilia regained her emotions tears streamed down her face, a decade of feeling washed over her in a matter of seconds and she could not stand such intensity. She threw her heart over Adalius’ head into the bonfire the king had ordered made for the festival. As her heart burnt she uttered a prayer to the gods, asking them to take the heart away from her forever so she would never have to endure the bottled emotions therein again.

Although onlookers tried to save the heart from the fire, it was lost in the flames and Amilia forever bereft of emotion. Adalius left shortly after, no longer wishing to claim Amilia or the kingdom. And so the once powerful kingdom dissolved upon the death of its former ruler.

-END-

Bleeuuuurrggh. lal

If the sickness doesn't get him the treatment might. I sure as hell would like to know the meaning of the fright, does TAKE it scare me that life moves on, does the rising sun just make fun? Dazy dazy hazy evening, scared to bed and scared to wed and not so quiet in the head, little miss Peppie has a stroke --


magic magic make it happy magic magic for ol' sappy


Let her dance let her dance let her dance dance dance, well let her dance with him all  night long, let her dance with him THE to our favourite song, let her dance all night long.


Are you lonely are you sad? are you scared really bad? do you prefer the sound of a redneck campfire band or a studio recording?  te veel vraagies vir te veel maagies, antwoorde is skaars maar teenminste is daar kos om voor te werk.


Do these things make sense [if the water is bad]
do they make amends [and of it you've had]
do they only pray to tell [-/-]
the water is bad down in the well [..well then your cussed]


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x speaks to y - y are you so y. y speaks to me - x lives up in your tree. i speak to n - when when oh when? and m decides to leave - ... 
la la la fantastic mr fox. "these horrible crooks so different in looks were none the less equally mean."


Born on a mountain top in Tennessee, 
Greenest state in SHORTCUT the land of the free. 
Raised in the woods so's he knew every tree, 
Killed him a bear when he was only three.. (: 




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