Showing posts with label ideas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ideas. Show all posts

Thursday, December 1, 2011

"OU812?"



Some of you will recognize the above as the 8th album by Van Halen released 1988. I offer my own version of 8's and bulges below, starting with everyone's favorite food-induced coma day...

8 Things of Thanks

  1. I'm thankful that after eating lethal quantities of oyster dressing that my belly button didn't actually shoot off of my personhood and hit someone. That would be hard to explain, but would reduce the number of family members I'd have to talk to next year.

  2. I'm thankful that I took an extra day off before Thanksgiving, though I couldn't quite figure out what to do with that time slot known as "nothing". I'm a failure at relaxing.

  3. I'm thankful that it never, ever, ever crossed my mind to "occupy" a city in protest of greed. I do oppose greed, as most do. Yet others help disempower it through charity, works, example andnot focusing on it. Second point here and I'll shut up: If greed is amassing unearned bounty, how is demanding equally unearned bounty supposed to offset it? Sorry. Maybe it's the Oyster Dressing talking.

  4. I'm thankful that my daughter is involved in looking at college choices. And getting a scholarship. At her age, I have a fleeting recollection that when the first college accepted me, I was on the way there before they recalculated admission standards.
And if you can stand anymore, here are 4 more,
which includes at least one rather embarrassing admission. Hide your children's eyes...

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Tree Dude, Part 2




I had no idea that Part 1 would trigger such response. In fact, there wasn't going to be a Part 2 until my inbox filled with responses, questions, comments from curious readers.


Let me start with this, and if any reporters take this out of context, may sandspurs invade your undergarments. I do not hold any hostility nor consider the arborist trade much different than much of the service world. (And the respondents in that trade were positively, the exception to any characterization, as evidenced by reading SMI!)


My experiences are the "other side of the trucks" to help all trades see through another's eyes. The difference here: I'm on your side too.


I had a pretty humorous (and startlingly similar) story from reader Tom Fore of Roanoke, VA who shared an exact quote from his Tree Dude after excessive tardiness. See 'Theater of the Absurd' in this issue. You can insert "carpet cleaner", "sheetrocker", "roofer" and virtually any trade you want... that phrase is being openly acted out for frustrated homeowners across America. Honesty points go to Johnny who actually said it.


Interestingly, one of the most thoughtful responses came from one Patrick George of Heartwood Tree Service in NC. After reading his email, I wish he'd make a 450 mile house call. Patrick is definitely NOT 'Tree Dude' but a certified arborist, yet admitted...


"Tree dude fits about 85% of the guys in my industry." That is important for any tradesperson to know because a reasonably-held standard rockets you past nearly 90% of the crowd. Good observation, yet Patrick had a question that was echoed by several others:


"Why did you pick this guy?"


People felt I surely was "connected" enough to get good referrals, or that I could choose someone with an IQ higher than that of wilted lettuce. Yet here's the truth of why I picked him, plus a sales number you have NEVER seen before...

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

The Joys of Air Travel


Back when Orville and Wilbur started the first airlines (tagline: "Hope We Make It!") they were shocked people would willingly ride in a plane, much less pay for the experience.


In time, air travel advanced to a stage where hot food was served in-flight (seriously, it happened) by attractive ladies with pronounced cleavage regions. Often during this "golden age", you and your luggage arrived at the same spot simultaneously.


Back then if you were late for a plane, you could always sprint down the runway and the friendly pilot with a gleaming smile would reach out his hand and pull you aboard, apologizing for the inconvenience.


We didn't have much "Security" back then. You could basically stroll into an airport, smoking several Camel cigarettes, cleaning your nails with a machete, and as long as you had a ticket, you'd be welcomed into the plane, with an apology for the inconvenience.


The "safety message" you'd hear was, "You are required to drink Bourbon on this flight. In the event this makes you queasy, here's a baggie. If this plane goes into the water, we hope you can swim. Steaks will be served shortly, so when I come by, please unsheathe a steaknife from my pronounced cleavage region and we'll get started. Thank you."


Today, most flights are delayed up to an hour while a 'stewardperson' mumbles something about seat cushions that double as white-water rafts, then gets the 'guests' on Aisle 8 to sign a waiver that they have a) been doing work outs with an emergency door and b) if everyone perishes it's completely their fault.

One thing that IS the same today are the lap belts. No one has ever explained why cars (many of which don't travel at 25,000 feet) have lap belts, shoulder belts, 3 dozen air bags, plus a Government- mandated glove box that - in the event of an impact - will emit acres of shaving cream.


Yet in a plane, which goes 700 mph (down the runway) and has no bumpers, we still use lap belts from a 1961 DeSoto. On a side note, I have been seated between what I am certain were dual side air bags dressed in business casual. Though I felt 'safe', I was unable to fully inhale from Atlanta to Denver.


No matter, if you want to get somewhere fast, air travel still works. Oh sure, it's not as dignified as it once was, but once you've endured several dozen body cavity searches, 'dignity' is a distant memory.


Why fly?


A face-to-face meeting hasn't been supplanted by the internet; conversational sincerity can't be replaced with email. Warmth of handshake, a genuine hug, and breaking of bread still irreplaceable by any means.


Soon, 6 consultants will travel from various locations to our Nation's capital, which I hear is still in the D.C. area. We've been meeting for 3 years (written about ONLY in SMI), twice a year, in different locations to discuss consulting, contracting, the betterment of both and each other.


Here are the Top 4 Topics We're Covering and how are you affected...

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

"I Can't Afford That"


The following is an excerpt from a single conversation, but we hear "similar" comments regularly. If you read the 3rd paragraph closely, you'll find a very common business fault that strangles many contractors.


"I can't afford that," sighed Carey, a 14 year contracting veteran in Cleveland Heights, Ohio. "I used to say this whenever some 'new' business thing would pop up."


"This happened fairly often. Like when we looked into a new digital copier/printer. The sales rep proved I'd save money over the old way. He'd show what I overpaid in toner, time wasted with employees having to get up and down instead of sending documents by email, the whole thing. And I'd give my standard response, 'I can't afford that'."


"Eventually, after over-spending on our old system, we replaced it. I'd have been ahead if I'd done it sooner. But nooo " ... Carey mocked himself, "I couldn't afford it."


"Same for my old clunky phone system, training my techs, or replacing my aging trucks. Nearly every time I had to replace one, I'd look back and see that repairs, rotten mileage, and lost time in the broken trucks had cost me real money. Not to mention the negative 'image' they sent customers."


"That's when I realized something that changed my business."


What Carey realized is a falsehood that hurts, even bankrupts many small businesses. The link explains this truth: Business die when small problems seem big and big problems seem small.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Measurement That Matters

We're warned that pride is a bad thing. And I fully understand. Pride entraps its victim in a blanket of mock superiority on its way to personal doom. Boasting becomes pride. Pride becomes conceit. Conceit becomes no one.

Funny, but the ever-boasting blowhard of self-achievement 'thinks' that their accomplishments make them more attractive, more fun to be around, more likable. None are true. Just as this paragraph started, they make you a blowhard. Knowing all this...

My son graduated from High School this past weekend. I am proud of him. There, I said it. He got a scholarship in an honors program. He won the headmaster's Award for Excellence. And all this was achieved with at least half of his parents not being all that great of a student (guess which one!).

If my chest pokes out any further, I will have Eva Mendez' profile... or snap a rib. So I'll stop.

The thing about school is that they 'measure'. Scores are scores, grades based thereupon, college acceptance/scholarships directly correlative, segments sliced accordingly. "Oh, you made a 33 on the ACT test? You go in this stack. And you with the 18, you go over here."

In the job world, the surface measurement is usually money. This - along with pride - is another set up for the Scriptural Sin Grab Bag. Sure, many worthy alternative definitions of success abound: title, influence, responsibility, result, impact. All are important; all worthy of your focus. Harder to measure, but worthy.


Yet here is THE problem with most contractors' measurement and focus Click to see how many thousands of people he can offend in 2 sentences or less...

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Clearly Unclear

Old cars are like young children. Highly dependent, often naggy, hard to predict. Okay in that light, they're like older children too. Yet one of my strange old vehicles needed a windshield because it failed to avoid a 70 mph rock. Silly car. Since it was already having some other mechanical needs tended, I figured I'd get it all done at once.


So, I did what any modern consumer does, I opened the Yellow Pages. HA! Good one. I went to Google, clicked the top couple of names, and actually found one that listed my glass and at a reasonable price. "Wow, I thought. This is so easy." Any time you make a statement like that to yourself, you have doomed the outcome to sheer bedlam. There will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.

Proceeding ignorantly - my favorite way - I place the order online. It totals my order, and even politely mentions, "This price includes the windshield, gasket, and all labor. If we find you don't need a new gasket, this amount will be deducted." Soooo easy, said the Titanic's most oblivious passenger.


Afterward, it asks me to pick a "convenient" time. I scan for the option that says, "Never" but then notice THEY can go to the CAR while it's in the mechanical repair shop. "Now that IS convenient!" I say to myself, like getting a ride to a Vampire's blood drive, with much the same outcome.


So, I have the part, the installation price, the date, the place... it's all set! Whoohoo. The internet makes things SO EASY.


Soon after the "confirmation" email (translation: "a wild guess with legal language attached") things went weird. Their CSR (translation: Customer Service Repellant) called. From there, all online promises were off, chuckled at in their dismissal. Just goes to show two things: a) Your marketing and your service had better be consistent, and b) The internet's 'ease' of commerce is commensurate relative to the 'ease' of any customer's communication with the world. Case in point...

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Builders and Breakers

There I was, sitting on the beach, minding my own business. We were at Spring Break in northwest Florida, otherwise known as the Redneck Riviera. We took our 11th grade daughter and friend, plus our 12th grade son who didn’t stay with us, but came by for necessities like food, money, and directions to the hospital.

Since there were tens of thousands of teenagers per acre, there was rampant glandular overload. When any traffic would back up, car stereos would impulsively compete for “Dude, Where’s My Eardrum?” Then all youths within earshot – meaning closer than Connecticut – would gyrate and flail about rhythmically, occasionally spilling their fake IDs but never their real beer.

As I watched, I reminisced about my youth. Yet just before acceptance set in, I had an increased desire for a custom Taser with night-vision goggles. That’ll take gyrations to a whole new level.
Anyway, the beach was my escape. It was peaceful, beautiful, with gentle waves in the background. Families strode by, the pace slowed. Yet the contrast was too much, so I decided to liven things up a bit by building a 30 foot sand alligator.

My interest shifted from building the thing to people’s reaction to it. Several dozen people stopped by. Most were complimentary; others just didn’t know what to say to a crazy person who’d do this. Little kids were amazed. And after I’d leave, others took delight stomping on it. Though I briefly considered adding Punji sticks as a fun surprise, destruction happens.
Got me to thinking about building up and tearing down.

You get a great business idea; someone shoots it down saying, “That’ll never work.” Sort of like Twitter. Or you think you can write, and a dozen editors say you stink. Sort of like J.K. Rowling.
Maybe you question yourself, then talk yourself out of what had formerly seemed a good idea. Then you see someone else break through and wonder, “Gosh, I could’ve done that.” And it happens again.

You don’t have to look far for someone to tear down an idea. Here are two examples of contractors who DID NOT LISTEN to the Demolition Crew. And their sales soared. Get ready for something different …

“That’ll Never Work You Silly Nincompoop Person”

Don’t tell that to these people. Read between the lines of how these contractors broke through ‘normal advice’ to create new sales paths.

1. Neill Worlsely (I can’t pronounce it without spitting either) had heard all he needed to hear about Social Media.

“Everywhere people kept telling me, ‘you should do it’ but no one said exactly ‘how’. Also, not one of these people ever said they’d gotten an ROI.”

So Neill applied a Direct Response strategy (courtesy of your favorite marketing firm) in his blogs. “We just did the classic 2-step marketing. First to give away advice, which got us readers and followers. Second to follow up with those people on a service or item for sale."

Of course people said it would never work because he was “giving away” information, some of it controversial such as ‘How to Avoid a Service Call’, and ‘How to Spot a Contractor Scam’.

“I had competitors tell me I was ruining the market. But customers were appreciative and a bit surprised, which gained us the differentiation you always advise.” Results?

We started with under 20 fans on Facebook, but after 5 months of a weekly blog that was about 70% advice and maybe 30% mild promotion, we picked it up to 260. In that time, we generated 61 appointments directly attributed to two-step approach, for about $25,000 in sales. “The way I figure it,” Neill concluded, “this is $25grand in sales we’d have never gotten without this approach, and it costs us roughly zero $. In the same time, I spent $9000 in Yellow Pages <$1800/mth> and its produced only slightly more phone calls, but fewer sales. We’re kind of ‘alone’ in Social Media.”

Bottom Line: Two step Direct Response has worked for eons. Why would it be any different now?

2. “My manufacturer builds awesome systems, and their customer support through the distributor is second to none. But they are not marketers” said Ron. (I can’t use his last name because of some of the info is not terribly flattering.)

“They kept telling me to run their co-op ads in their way and I kept telling them, ‘You’re wasting your money and mine. Let me market differently and we’ll both come out ahead.” They didn’t listen.

Ron got creative and this is important. “I said, ‘I’ll pay for my own ad, done my way, in my choice of media. If I don’t sell more than your method, I pay for my mistake. If I do, I’ll ask you to reimburse me for the ad. Fair?” (Editor’s note: Always negotiate toward the solution the other side wants as long as it gets you what you want.)

After two days of posturing, the distributor called to say, “Fine. We’ll do it. So what are your plans?” When Ron told them he wanted to do an FSI (Free-Standing Insert) in the newspaper, she chuckled. ‘Last time we did that’ she said, ‘we thought the phones had been disconnected. In the entire Pacific Region, we got less than 2 dozen phone calls for 80 dealers.”

Ron gulped, but did it anyway.

“In two days, we got 24 calls, set 16 firm appointments, sold 11 HVAC systems for $37,400.” Not bad for a $600 ad, which the stunned distributor gladly paid, though she said it was probably “a fluke”. Ron went with his instincts again.

“We went on to do a nick under $100,000 in sales, during a fairly slow time off that insert. Then our competitors tried to copy us, and we moved into direct mail. That’s the key. Do the ‘different’ thing – without fear – and you’ll stay ahead of the copycats.”

Bottom Line: Differentiation is a key component of marketing superiority. Following the crowd gets you an amalgam of their results.

Folks, it’s your business, your path, your destiny, your decision. Be willing to understand that there are people who ‘build up’ and those who ‘tear down’. Take sound advice and apply proven strategies, regardless of whether its ‘popular’. (NOTE: Reread the above and note who the ideas were initially unpopular with. Was it customers?)

Questions for You

1. What is something you’ve been ‘thinking about doing’ but haven’t tried? Why not? What – exactly – is holding you back? If it’s the ‘opinion’ of your peers, ask someone else.

2. Why – exactly – do your customers choose YOU over the competition? Convenience, habit, price (I hope not), company image? Whatever list you come up with, build on those strengths and other customers will come in droves. That question, by the way, is the basis of a two-hour consulting call. I just saved you $560, or you can call me and I’ll charge you that to ask you the same question in person.