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I decided to write this without pausing. Just what comes to my mind and let my fingers hit the keys. Business thoughts.
I didn’t get into business to be like everyone else.
Always told it couldn’t be done this way. Always told it is about the money and can’t make money this way.
I hate the image of a salesperson. So why did I get into sales in my own business? I don’t have to do what others tell me to do.
Sure I want to make money. Sure I want a make a nice living. But I want to help others along the way. I want others to be ok with me making money because my efforts deserve it. Because I am not a slick order taker. Order takers deserve bupkus! A computer screen and website can take an order.
I want to learn about your business. I want to be considered part of your marketing team. Develop ideas and present to you. Pen orders are for computers. Oh, I will place them for you and make sure you get a great price. But, you don’t really need me. I don’t have much value.
I located a tribe. This tribe wants to do something different. The leader calls himself the Creative Director. His name is Kamran Popkin We connected on twitter. He calls his tribe the Swag Club. Half the time I don’t understand what he is saying. He has his own language of sorts. But, I respect him. His outlook and what he is trying to do for the promotional advertising (or swag) business.
Behind the swagger, lives a man of heart. A family man. Along with a beagle that gets him out of bed way too early! We have shared books. He even sent me one in the mail.
Again, I barely knew him. I had nothing that could really benefit him. Giving without expecting in return. The tribe. I liked it and him already. Even if I got lost in his dialogue.
I am not officially part of his “tribe”, but he nudges me. He offers support. Keeping steady and strong in a save me a few pennies, ordertaking world . Especially when balances scream.
Catalogs – forget it. Koozies — blasphemy. He shares my desire to be the bright red flower in the bed of overgrown weeds of order takers.
My idea – Get excited. Fresh ideas. Let me inside your goals. Then let me bring you some thing that explodes.
Hate my ideas–hang up. Not interested in what I show you….show me the door. You don’t owe me a penny.
But if I surprise you. If I come up with an idea that gives you some chills. Bingo—we both win.
Back to my original question. Why sales if I hate salespeople?
You missed the point.
I don’t want to sell. I want you to dig my ideas. I want you to ask me to sit and talk and explore. After all, unlike an attorney, I don’t charge by the minute. Only for ideas. Sounds like fun huh?
This was free flow. Ideas coming out fresh and amazing how fast. Few minutes.
Only thing I ask, please forgive grammar or sentence structure errors. I am sure there are many.
Throw out a comment below: Am I out of my mind? Do I have a chance to create something or fools gold? Was writing like this a good idea or ……not so good?