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Today’s story is about Katina, the sales director at a luxury car dealership. This dealership is one of several her family owns, and it’s understood that she will be in charge of the whole chain when her father retires. In the meantime he’s put her in charge of this one so she can get the experience she needs. This is only the latest of several jobs she’s had there; she’s a salesperson, used car manager, new car manager–and even a service writer.
It’s been a bad few months at the dealership, and a lot of Katina’s sales staff are struggling. One person in particular really worries her: Sean, who is her personal friend as well as employee; she recruited him to work in the business and hopes one day he’ll be manager material. Ordinarily Sean is one of the store’s best performers, averaging between ten and fifteen cars a month; he’s also one of the hardest workers, doing myriad boring but necessarily jobs that make the business run smoothly without being asked. The latter is still true, but the former is not. Last month Sean sold only two cars; by the 25th of the current one, he’s sold exactly zero. Katina doesn’t believe the bad streak is Sean’s fault–or, more accurately, it didn’t begin as his fault. He’s been working hard to catch fresh ups (i.e., customers who walk onto the lot without an appointment or any particular salesperson in mind); he’s been working the phones diligently; he’s been doing all the stuff he’s supposed to do that ordinarily works. But simply through bad luck, practically every customer he closes fails to qualify for a loan, or wants ten grand more for their trade than it’s worth, or something else like that. The sales staff work straight commission, so Sean’s having some financial trouble; he’s also losing confidence in himself, which is deadly for a salesman. He is not, of course, unique in being in this situation; he is, however, by far the hardest worker of the persons having trouble.
This morning Katina got a phone call from an old college classmate of hers, Diane, who happens to be richer than Croesus. Diane is in the market for a new couple of new cars: one for herself, one for her new husband. Back in her saleswoman days Katina sold her a car a year, and Diane’s never troubled herself to haggle; to her, dropping a hundred grand on a new sedan is insignificant. This typically means a nice big commission.
The specific car Diane wants is on the lot; it’s just a matter of doing the paperwork. Katina could do that herself and save the store the commission. But what she’s more typically done in the past is gather all the salespeople together, have them all drop their cards in a hat, and pull one out, letting chance determine who gets the easy sale. But that’s just her custom; there’s no rule requiring her to do it. In short, Katina can, if she chooses, just give the sale to Sean. Some people may grumble if they hear about it, but it’s Katina’s call.
What should Katina do, and why?