If there are “best practices,” then some must be better than others. Of the “better” best practices, one should be best and — when implemented — must have immediate results.
For those interested in “Best Practices,” I have two free resources for you. I have created a Best Practices Resource page for you on my website. I also have archived my blog posts on financial advisor best practices.
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That one best practice should be enjoyable if not downright fun. Any “best practice” that people hate would not be deployed and therefore could not possibly be best.
And quite obviously, it should not be difficult. Someone, such as me, should be able to point it out to you. You might then pause for a second, think about it, and then reply, “I got it.” And then you do it.
And so it is with “the one best practice.”
I learned it when I was in college. The story is written up in my first book, Prospecting Your Way to Sales Success (1986) although at the time I did not identify it as a best practice. But looking back, it clearly is.
I learned it during a hot summer between my sophomore and junior years at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill (Carolina for you Tar Heels). I had decided an adventure was in order and some money would be nice, so I signed up with a friend who was recruiting students to sell dictionaries door-to-door for Southwest Publishing.
I was sent to Abilene, Texas, still not my favorite spot because for 28 days in a row it was 100 degrees or more. While a friend of mine had a car, I had a bicycle and shoe leather. Hot. Texas hot.
I had a crew leader. His name was Buzzy Stubbs. Looking back, he knew a lot about sales. But he focused on two principles and pounded these into our heads. Both are clearly “best practices.” I’ll mention one and then focus on the other, which I believe is the one best practice.
Buzzy really understood that sales is a numbers game. His voice still echoes somewhere in the back of my mind, “Good! What’s this I hear about you walking door-to-door? You’ve got to run. That’s the only way to make more calls!”
Once a week or so, as I would be trudging door-to-door, I would hear Buzz’ car come growling around the corner. He would jump out, run to wherever I was, and we would run together to the next house.
I really didn’t have a choice. He would stand beside me while I made my presentation. As we ran to the next house, he would deliver a critique even hotter than the scorching summer sun.
After one such call, he said, “Good, you sound dead.”
“Buzz,” I protested, “I’m trying to sound warm and friendly.”
“Warm and friendly? Where did that come from? You are supposed to sound enthusiastic.”
“Come on, Buzz. I don’t feel enthusiastic.”
“I don’t remember asking how you feel. In fact, I don’t care how you feel. All I care about is that you sound enthusiastic. Come on! Let’s go! “
He grabbed my arm and we ran to the next house where, by golly, I just cranked up enthusiasm that I most certainly did not feel.
I will not ever forget the lady who answered the door. Hair in curlers. Terry cloth robe. Barely awake.