Clarification: Texas Exes has made it clear that it wasn't they who called me. Further inquiry regarding the caller reveals that it was another UT-affiliated Annual Giving Fund. I regret the error.
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I've always found my job challenging because the market for what I sell is comprised almost entirely of real estate professionals, themselves salespeople of a different sort. They ask tough questions, test my knowledge of the industry, and keep me on my toes. They often seem impervious to traditional sales psychology and resist overtures that entice other consumers.
At the same time, I'm forced to step my game up. I'm constantly learning and growing in order to respond to the unique challenges I encounter in selling to this vertical, and those that know me understand that I relish the pursuit of knowledge and success. I take my job seriously, and I pride myself on showing respect for the agents and brokers that make up my customer base.
Maybe this is why I am hyper-sensitive to the manner in which I am approached by other salespeople. Just as the real estate agent's image suffers from the behavior of a few baddies in the bunch, inside sales has fared even worse in terms of public perception.
Two recent sales calls I've had the misfortune of "participating" in have absolutely floored me. I thought I had heard it all.
Call One
It's 5:45 PM on September 29th, and I'm inundated with work. I have a tennis match at 6:10, and I can't be late. My personal cell phone rings (one of five lines I use at the office), and since it's a local number, I answer. I'll try my best to piece together what happened next.
Me: This is Ian...
Caller: Hi eye-an, this is XYZ with the UT Annual Giving Fund. [I'm not upset when people mispronounce my name, it's rather rare. This kid is young. Maybe 18 or 19.]
Me: Hi, XYZ, what can I do for you? I'm swamped right now... [Of course, I knew what I could do for him, it's the only reason they call me.]
Caller: The purpose of my call is just to update our records. Do you have a moment? [Remember, he says "just".]
Me: Not really, XYZ, but you've got the right number, and I'll give you my new address and email. It is [redacted].
Caller: Thank you for that information. Mr. Greenlay the other reason for my call [here it comes...] is to see if you could lend our organization some support. [At this point, his voice is shaking and his words are stilted; he's clearly reading from a script.] Our orginization contributes heavily to the campus services which I'm sure you took advantage of as a student, like the free medical clinic and the career center. [The former, yes. The latter, no. Not a whole lot one can tell a Government major / Philosophy minor besides "Go to law school".]
Me: Like I said, XYZ, I really don't have any time right now. Can you email me something?
Caller: Yes, I will mail you something. But while I have you on the phone, I wanted to see if you'd be able to contribute $500 today. Is that something you'd like to do?
Me: [Riotous laughter] XYZ, I can't do anything even close to that. I have neither the time nor the money to contribute anything today. [Very true.]
Caller: [Without catching his breath...] I understand that Mr. Greenlay, but I'm sure you want to donate something to our cause, so we would love even $200 of your support. Can you do that?
Me: [Staying calm, but increasingly curt...] XYZ, I paid out of state tuition for three years. I'm still paying back those loans. I just bought a new car, and I'm trying to start a life with my sweetheart. Oh, and I think I mentioned I'm at work and really busy. Send me an email and I'll take a look. [I almost mentioned that even though I used to dress like a blue-blooded frat boy, it was all a rouse to get attention from the sisters of Pi Phi, Zeta and sometimes even Kappa.]
Caller: OK, Mr. Greenlay, I'll do that. Thank you for your time.
Me: No problem, XYZ. Have a good one.
*click*
Let me say this: I don't blame XYZ for any of this. He's young. He took a job for a reputable organization, and it's likely his first. I don't blame him for being nervous, for stuttering, or for sticking to his script. I've been there, and I feel for the guy. At the same time, I simply cannot fathom asking a 24-year-old 2007 graduate for $500 within two minutes of calling. I routinely have to pull teeth to get an agent to spend $8 marketing a $10 million listing (true story). The kid's got some cajones, and I wish him luck. Compared to the next caller, XYZ was a downright sales stud.
Call Two
It's around 7:30PM, yesterday, September 30th. Believe it or not, this was an outbound call--and that's part of why it irked me beyond belief (but not beyond words, apparently). It was Merideth's turn to pony up for our monthly Best Buy card payment, as we financed an earlier TV purchase. It's due on the first of each month, but it normally takes two days to process, so, in order to avoid damaging my credit, Merideth paid an additional $50 to "rush payment". Or so she thought. A cryptic error message occurred after she hit the confirm button, and record of this payment was nowhere to be found online. To be safe, we decided that she should try paying again. Another error message, this time reading "Please call 800-XXX-XXXX".
"Mary Frank Zero" took my call. She informed me that the first payment had successfully processed, we were not billed twice, and we had nothing to worry about UNLESS...
MF-0: ...something should happen to you, as things often do.
Me: Come again?
MF-0: Mr. Greenleigh, life is full of unexpected accidents. What if you were to fall sick, or be injured? If you were unable to pay, your credit might be damaged beyond repair. [MF-0, who apparently moonlights as mafia enforcer in addition to "customer care representative", was clearly reading from a script, just like our friend XYZ. Her monotone, however, rivaled an FOAA weather announcement, or my Garmin's turn-by-turn directions, or a call-capture system. Sorry, I just had to throw in that last jab.]
Me: OK, but I really...
MF-0: [She talks right over me, and I'm too shocked to muster up any objection] That's why we offer [forgotten name of protection racket "payment insurance"] for our valued customers...
Me: Um...I really...
MF-0: [Once again, I'm verbally bulldozed] And actually, based on the amount you chose to finance, you can be insured for just $10 a month. Let's go ahead and sign you up. [She really said this, just like it reads. It was not a question. It was a command.]
Me: How about we don't, okay Mary? I'm not interested, and I only called to...
MF-0: [BLAM! My words bounce right off her] So of course you understand why this is so important, and for the sake of you and your loved ones...
Me: [I interrupt her as loudly as I can.] Let's do this, Mary. Since you seem to care so much about my health and my finances, which is really nice of you, I'm sure you'll have no problem paying for this yourself, out of your own pocket. I mean, it's just soooo [redacted] important, right Mary?
MF-0: [Mary did not sense my sarcasm and now-palpable anger. Or maybe she did, but could care less. She had a job to do.] Yes, Mr. Greenleigh, it is, that important, and I'm glad you understand. Now we'll sign you up.
Me: *click*
I was seeing little red stars before my eyes, and my hands were shaking. I'm only 24, but I already have Stage 1 hypertension (high blood pressure). If there were ever a time where I was likely to end up in a hospital bed, unable to pay off my TV, this was it. Maybe that's their sales strategy: angering stressed-out customers who fear late payments and credit damage to the point some terrible malady befalls them and they'll recognize the importance of paying into a protection racket next time they buy a TV.
I've never been a big fan of the "up-sell", though it can be performed with relative taste on occasion. Sometimes people really should buy something else on top of what they've already purchased; sometimes whatever one is up-selling can be of genuine value to one's preexisting customers. But someone that needs customer support, especially when their call is prompted by a defect in one's product or service, should never have to suffer through a canned sales pitch that plays on fear, uncertainty and forceful language. That's when sales crosses the line into trickery and exploitation.
Next time you talk to a salesperson that respects your time and treats you like a person (not a target), do me a favor-- let them know. You don't need to buy what they're offering, but trust me, it feels good when someone treats us like we're "one of the good ones". Every time we speak with a prospective customer, we have to cut through all the experiences they've had like the ones above.
Remember, we get those calls too.
Ian S. Greenleigh, Director - Sales & New Media, DriveBuy Technologies
Awesome post! You summed this up perfectly. The trend here in Vancouver Washington is to call under the guise of some fake poll and then roll it into a sales call. As soon as they lead into the "Would like to know more about energy efficient...blah blah blah's" I hang up.