Through my sins in this life and my last, my job is to call companies and send their officers information on my master’s product, and maybe schedule a followup call from a proper salesoid. Fortunately, my master’s other products are used by pretty much every public corporation in the world, and this product, though on the market for only a few years, is a solid alternative to its competitors. For this I count my blessings, because I could be selling pest control or credit cards to the scum of the Earth, consumers. Instead, I was put on this program because I grew up around CEOs, VPs, lawyers, and accountants, and I’m not afraid to call anybody. They’re my peeps.
However, to make my job more interesting, most of the leads I’m given are in marketing, sales, or PR. Fine; if they answer the phone they are wonderful sources of who to talk to. If they don’t I ask the switchboard operator to make a suggestion. Often the operator only has names and extensions, which can make that lead impossible for me if I don’t have a name, but sometimes I know of somebody, usually the big boss, because I worked on his house at a previous job, or because the guy is a household name for people who read the business pages. I don’t get him, but I get one of his assistants, and they have a better handle of who does what, anyway. So when I called Viacom I asked for Sumner Redstone’s admin, and she gave me to the right person.
… (drumming my fingers on my desk)…
Does she not know how this game is played? One of my bosses says that it is the gatekeeper’s job to put me through, but she’s from another planet. I’ve been on both sides of the phone and I know that the gatekeeper’s job is to keep me from talking to anybody. It’s been this way since Bell installed the second telephone. A telemarketer–or anybody else, for that matter–calls, the boss is on a conference call or just stepped into a meeting. It’s theater where I know that they are lying but we both pretend they are not.
I am shocked by the willingness so many people people have, from the operator to the CEO, to cooperate with me and sell their co-workers’ names to some guy on the phone astounds me. Sure, I’m a nice, polite guy (“You actually smile when you are talking to them.” “Why shouldn’t I? They’re nice people who want to help me.”), but they are willingly leading their friends to slaughter. Well, not actually slaughter, but to a three minute call that, likely as not gets them an email, maybe a call from a salesperson, and on a few occasions a chance to drop tens or hundreds of thousands of dollars on a good product they need. Completely unnatural.
And the worst part is that the Caller ID just gives an 800 number! I wouldn’t pick up that call at home, especially since it also doesn’t show our highly-reputable name, a name that I consider one of the best tools I have.
They don’t yell at me, they don’t swear at me, they are rarely even unpleasant. I just make my calls, make some sort of lame “sale” to 5% of them, get turned down by another 5-10%, mark down that so-and-so is the right person on another 15-20%, and keep on smiling and dialing.
I’m never going to burn off my bad karma at this rate.