Posts Tagged ‘Sainsburys’

Look on the bright side!

OK so let’s look for the positive side of Thursday: I had three appointments so I was not at all surprised to get the first one postponed. The lady was very apologetic but she’d had a call from the hospital – another patient had cancelled and they could fit her in if she could be there in an hour.

The way it is with the National Health Service these days, you don’t pass up an opportunity like that. Of course I understood.

So off I went to the next appointment. But what did I find when I got there: No-one home! I was not best pleased. Really, some people have no consideration…

But I forced myself to remain calm and polite. I wrote “sorry to have missed you” on a card and popped it through the letter box. I had already left a message on the Ansaphone – I just hope I sounded polite …  because it turned out that I had crossed out the wrong appointment! No wonder there was no-one home: My customer was at the hospital…

Meanwhile, the other one was sitting at home wondering where I had got to.

After some grovelling telephone calls and new appointments in the diary, I set off for the third. No problem here until it turned out that the customer’s debit card was for her business account and not registered at her home address – which meant the company website shut me out. Never mind, I suggested brightly, we could do it on a paper form and then I could add the personal credit card details later – all very well until I went to get the application form out of my folder and found two sets of business forms but no residential ones!

So where I was expecting to get three customers. Instead I got none.

But as I say, we have to look at the positive side of this. Can anyone think of the positive side to this day of disasters?

Well, I couldn’t either – until today.

Today I was talking to a prospect about the benefits of owning your own business: “Now, if I’d been working for a boss and had to report a day like that, what do you think the boss would say?”

Good point.

 

 

Date Time How Minutes (day’s total) Number of people asked Appointment? Callback agreed?
05.01.12 0939 -0955 Prize Draw. Woodbridge Car Park 16 37 Yes
0955 -1000 5 (21) 5 No Yes
1000- 1008 8(19)  8 No Yes
1018 – 1010 2 (31) 3 No

 

 

Nobody’s Perfect

Buying dogfood was on the list. It’s just that I didn’t happen to look at the list and at 9.00 p.m. the dog had not been fed.
She’s a springer, not a labrador so you wouldn’t know she was hungry. My solution was to let her go a day without food – it wouldn’t do her any harm. Alternatively she could have cat food – she loves cat food.
But no, as Tamsin pointed out, it would take me no more than five minutes to walk her up to the Co-op and get some dogfood – and why should she go hungry just because I forgot?
I threw on a jacket, I called the dog and I went.
At the checkout, the girl said: “Where do I get a badge like that?”
The badge said: “I Love the Club” with a big red heart for “Love”.
“D’you like shopping?” I asked her.
“Yes.”
“Well, you’ll love this!”
Then she said: “I’ve seen it before. What’s the company?”
Now this was not on the script. But if someone asks you a straight question…
I told her.
“We’re with them,” she said.
“Are you saving lots of money?”
“Well I think my Mum and Dad are – I live at home.”
“How would you like to make a lot of money?”
“What would I have to do?”
“You just listen. You listen for people who moan about the recession and the cost of living. Does anyone moan to you about those things?”
“All the time.”
I gave her a card. I didn’t take her number – it was late on a Saturday night and anyway, to my shame, I didn’t have a pen and notepad. But I did have a pocketful of cards.
Always have a pocketful of cards…

Good Heavens!

I’ve just discovered that people have been leaving comments – and appreciative comments at that. I have a following!
… in which case I had better get on with it…

Here’s real life: One of the New Year’s Resolutions was to go to the gym. It’s not that I’m particularly unfit but having seen myself on the company video, I realise I have begun to stoop like an old man. This cannot go on and maybe the gym will help.

It was as I was coming out that the opportunity arose: I stopped to discuss my membership with the young man on the reception desk: Did I want to pay per session or take a monthly direct debit? Which was most cost-effective? Would I keep on going?

It was only when I was about to get into the car that I realised I had forgotten to invite him to look at my business. Now this must never happen. Everyone I speak to must be invited to look at the business.

But it was raining and I was anxious to get in the car – but that must never happen either. What must be done, must be done… that way lies success. In every other direction lies failure (I talk to myself a lot. I may appear to the passer-by to be mad but it keeps my attitude on course).

So back I went and found the young man talking with his colleague. They looked up.

“I thought I’d come back because I may have something for you,” I began.

They looked expectant.

“May I ask you both a question: “Are you in the market for more time, more money… or possibly both?”

They looked puzzled (they were supposed to look puzzled). They said: “What do you mean?”

And since they had asked, it would not have been polite if I hadn’t told them: “Well, I work with a big company which arranges for shops like Sainsbury’s and Tesco and Marks & Spencers to pay people’s electricity bills. Now what this means for you is that if you showed two people a week how to get the stores to pay their bills, then typically, at the end of the year you would be earning £500 a month on top of what you’re earning now. So would an extra £500 a month benefit you?”

They both said it would. They both said they would come round to my house at 8.30 that evening to join some other people who would be finding out some more.

Neither of them turned up.

Now, I could have left it at that. I could have shrugged and comforted myself with the knowledge that most people will never make the effort to help themselves – but I was passing the gym today and popped in. One of the young men was on duty. He was deeply apologetic. He said he hadn’t finished work until 9.30…

But the fact was, he didn’t think he’d have time for anything else. He was already doing two jobs…

Why was he doing two jobs?

Well neither of them paid very well…

We talked a little about jobs – about selling your life by the hour. We talked about wages and we talked about profits…

And we’re going to carry on talking when I go back in and see him and his colleague on Friday.

I’ve no idea whether they’ll join. If they don’t I shall comfort myself with the knowledge that at least there will always be someone to man the reception desk at the gym – and we do need someone to do that.

Parking problems

Q: Who drives seven miles out of their way past a Texaco filling station to get to a Sainsburys filling station?
A: A distributor in my business who is anxious to show how much of his electricity bill gets paid by Sainsburys every month.
In other words: Me.
I admit it is a bit over-zealous. But today maybe it paid off because before filling up with petrol, I popped into the supermarket to try and get a new hands-free kit for my phone to replace the one I seemed to have trodden on – and there, in the car park was a young man in a suit.
Young men in suits always get a Piggy Card: “I see you’re in business,” I said. “I always give people in business a card…”
Then I looked at the visitor’s pass he had clipped to his top pocket. It was the sort that shops give visiting sales people for “access all areas”.
“Are you in sales?” I asked, suddenly serious.
He was.
“I’m always on the lookout for top sales people. Would that describe you?”
At this point an elderly woman appeared at my elbow. She was pushing a huge trolley containing a loaf of bread, a tin of mushroom soup and the smallest frozen chicken ever to appear on a checkout.
“You want to park your car properly,” she said, poking me with the end of the trolley. She gestured at a passing Ford Focus: “That man had to drive all round it. You shouldn’t leave a car parked like that. That’s a menace, that is.”
“Yes, of course,” I said, somewhat distracted from my flow. “I’ll move it at once… only (and this to the young man) I’m always on the lookout for top salespeople. Would you be interested in an extra income?”
“Cause an accident, that will,” said the chicken lady, “parking like that all sticking out.”
“Yes, I’m sure you’re right. I really shouldn’t have left it like that…just have a look on the website…”
“Disgrace that’s what it is….”
“Absolutely…”
At this point the young man chipped in: “What’s it all about…”
“Parking…”
“Money….”
“Money?”
“Disgraceful…”
“Look I’ll move it…”
There are times when you know you’re beaten. Napoleon, if he ever shopped at Sainsburys, would have recognised the feeling. I thrust a DVD at the young man: “Just have a look and give me a ring.”
And with a good deal of unnecessary revving I moved the car and went in to discover that Sainsburys do not sell hands-free kits.
But I comfort myself with one essential truth: That if the young man turns out to be the right person, it will not matter that I said all the wrong things.
If he wants to join me he will – he has my number.
And if it turns out that what he really needed was a slick presentation uninterrupted by frozen chickens and their frosty purchasers, then he’s not the person I’m looking for anyway.
And if we must look at the worst-case scenario, I’m still going to get an extra £2.15p off my electricity bill…

What would the successful distributor do?

I knew I had the right house because they had a carved plaque with their name beside the door. But there was definitely no-one home.

Ever had that happen? You ring the number and you can hear it ringing inside?

I blamed myself. I hadn’t phoned before I left and said I was on my way- but then I only made the appointment the previous evening…

Still, there was nothing for it but go into the routine: Out came an armful of leaflets from the box in the back of the car and for ten minutes I went round the houses, all the while keeping an eye on the closed front door with the name beside it. Nobody arrived. There was nothing for it but to go home.

So what to do with the extra 50 minutes I had suddenly acquired? What would the successful distributor do?

So I drove past my front door and on down to the town car park. There I set myself  do half an hour of  “Win a Mini” – just hanging around the corner of the car park where everyone walks back and forth to the shops, saying to all the likely prospects: “Hello, I’ve got a prize draw. D’you wanna have a go? You could win a car!”

You see, the law of averages dictates that if you get a duff prospect who skips the appointment, it is only a matter of time before you get a good one who signs up and stays forever – providing, of course, you keep asking.

But I must say I honestly wasn’t prepared for what happened.

I pitched up at my corner, clutching my Win-a-Mini forms and found that I arrived at exactly the same time as a women on her way to the shops – so much at the same moment that I had to step aside. This meant it was only natural to say something – and so guess what I said…

What she said was: “All right, why not. I always like to win something.”

And off we went into the old routine.

The routine, at one point calls for me to mention some well-known high street stores. One of them is Sainsburys.

“Sainsburys!” she said. “I spend a fortune in Sainsburys!”

And now we have an appointment for Tuesday.

What’s it all about?

This is the diary of a successful Multi-Level Marketer making money from home and fitting a part-time business into a busy life.
Over the years it has developed but the objective remains the same: To demonstrate how anyone can build a successful network marketing business in "the nooks and crannies of the day".
Eventually this spawned a training programme which I called The Cold Market Academy. This began as a seminar available only to MLM-ers working with my company. Then it went online as an e-learning course.
Now it is a book available through Amazon: MLM, Network Marketing and the Secret of the Free Prize Draw (you can see more about this on the "MLM Prize Draw" tab above.)
But at the heart of the Network Marketing Blog is the answer to the two most common questions people ask when they look at this business - and the two biggest challenges they face when they start:
1. I'm not a salesperson.
2. I don't have the time.
These are genuine concerns and all too often they get brushed aside: "Don't worry about that. We'll show you how..."
This blog is designed to show how it works in reality and in real time - how anyone, no matter how busy, can work their business consistently in small fragments of time. Because that's all you need; just a few seconds to find out if someone's interested.
And please bear in mind the entries here are only a tiny snapshot of the daily activity. Most of what goes on would make very dull reading indeed: Making calls from the list ... adding names to the list...making calls from the list...
As for being a salesperson: Have a look and decide for yourself.
Is it sales?
Let's say you call on a friend unexpectedly and find them up to their ankles in water and battling with a burst pipe.
Imagine it: There they are, soaked to the skin, trying to wrap a towel round the leak while they shout: "I rang the plumber but all I get is the Ansaphone..."
Honestly now, would you ignore their plight or would you volunteer the number of your own plumber.
Would you do what you could to help them or would you consider that going into "sales" on behalf of the plumber would be beneath you?
And what would your friend say when they realised you had deliberately chosen to leave them struggling to stem the flow and all because you felt embarrassed about "selling" something.
Network marketing is all about spreading good news and it's all about helping people.

If you're thinking of getting into Network Marketing - or already in it but not making enough money - contact me at info@networkmarketingblog.org.uk

About Me

John Passmore,
United Kingdom.

For 25 years I was a newspaper reporter - ending up as Chief Correspondent for the London Evening Standard. Then I gave it all up and, with my wife, set out to live the simple life on a small boat while writing a column for the Daily Telegraph. Five years and two children later we moved ashore - and five years and another two children after that I ran out of money. Nobody wanted to give me a job and I couldn't afford to start a conventional business. Then at a craft fair in our local community hall, somebody showed me network marketing. It was described as a home-based business that would provide anyone with a second income if they were prepared to work for it. I was sceptical. There were claims of high earnings and something called a "residual income". But what if it did work? And besides what alternative did I have? So I threw myself into it wholeheartedly (which is the only way to succeed at anything). I'm not saying it was easy or there were never moments of doubt but if you're prepared to learn and determined never to give up, then there is a statistical certainty that you will make money. I started in April 2005. I was broke and embarrassed. Today I have no money worries whatsoever.