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My new job was to sell Commercial Service Agreements. I would walk into 50 buildings, to get 40 names, talk to 30 people by telephone, to secure 20 face to face appointments, to close 5 deals. I hadn't made a sale in awhile.

'Where are you going with this?' she asked, leaning forward like the RCA Dog listening to the phonograph for the first time. 'Well, I just wonder how much better your service would be from ABC Mechanical if they knew WE were in one of their stores.' The silence wa

My new job was to sell Service Agreements. It was a fine company. They were growing. They wanted to expand their Service Base. I had a territory that no one wanted. It was the farthest away from the office. “There is no attempt there!” was all I heard from everyone when I first took the job. I also heard, “You’re nuts! Why did you give up the security of material a Technician?”

I had to. I was stale. I was restless. I was a C+ technician on my best day. But I had people skills. I made friends easily. I liked people. I took the personality profile. I was made for the job. I read a lot. I was curious. I was ambitious. I have all the time been an entrepreneur. Now I was an Intra-prenuer.

Selling taped program Service agreements in Seattle Washington is tough. The Pacific North-WET. midway account rendered rainfall, 32 inches. balance album temperature, 55 degrees. When compressors fail, we switch to Outside Air, Economizer mode, aka, “Free cooling :-)

I was indent on people who didn’t want to see me and talk random something they didn’t care about. Getting the tenure is the toughest part of the sale. I would walk into 50 buildings, to get 40 names, talk to 30 people by telephone, to secure 20 face to face appointments, to scratch 5 deals. Start with 50, end with 5.

One such person was Barb Gregory. She was the facility manager for Bartell Drugs. They had 40 locations. One contractor was serving all 40. They were a good company. I had friends working there. As I listened to her, it was look down upon she was fairly content with whom she was using. It’s a plebeians challenge. How does a salesman (or saleswoman) overcome that one? Then something I had read in a Sales Book by Frank Bettger sparked an idea. “Compared to what or whom?”

“How do you know you are happy?” I asked Barb. “Pardon me?” she asserted. “How do you know you are happy? Compared to what? You have only ever had one contractor. As good as they are, one thing I do know apropos human nature. When we think we have it all, bluster and complacency creep in. Wouldn’t it be nice to raise the bar a little?” It was a bold move. I had nothing to lose. I hadn’t made a sale in awhile.

“Where are you going with this?” she asked, leaning forward like the RCA Dog listening to the phonograph for the first time. “Well, I just wonder how much a cut above your service would be from ABC Mechanical if they knew WE were in one of their stores.” The silence was deafening. I just smiled and sat back. I knew I had struck gold. Thanks, Frank. It was sound the marketplace logic. What could she say? I had established reasonable doubt, a rock in her shoe.

Waiting for her to finish her thought process, I finally interjected one more idea. “All I am looking for is one store,” I said with a smile curling up slowly from one side like the Mona Lisa. “Just one, the worst one. The one you have the most problems with. It will give us a occasion to demonstrate our competency. How do you feel at hand that?”

After different thing long pause, she said, “Okay. Just one. Here is the manager’s name and number. The debate is…” I was delighted. It had worked!

We went infra that store with gusto. Our best tech solved their ‘Three compressor failures in six months problem.’ There were two problems, liquid migrating back to the crankcase and occasional sombre Outs. We installed a crankcase heater and phase protection. We eliminated the moisture in the system. We made the manager happy.

Barb said to me over lunch a month later, “Okay, I am going to give you guys unique two stores. But don’t get your hopes up. I will never give you more than half the stores.” I was speechless. 20 stores! I could hardly contain my glee. Mona Lisa was gone. I am whole I looked more like Ronald McDonald at that point. “Fine,” I said with a big grin. I finished my pasta marinara with McChicken. We talked through the Mariners and Sonics.

All I could think as respects was the old proverb, “When the nose of the malamute is in the tent, the rest of the fawn isn’t far behind.” Who else could I call?

*** Sales are like a four legged chair. The legs are: Trust, Relationship, Competence and Timing. If one of the legs is missing, we don’t sit too well or comfortably.***

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