It's been a big 2 weeks for me. I have travelled to Los Angeles, Atlanta, New York, Munich, throughout Italy, Monaco and St Tropez - all without drawing breathe!
Asha, the lovely girl that called, was very difficult to understand because of her accent. Not too dissimilar to the strong Australian accent being difficult to understand in other parts of the world, but nevertheless, almost impossible to clearly identify what Asha was trying to sell me. Eventually I worked it out, but the script she was using was so bad, that I am sure that the success rate of this campaign by Facebook will take a nose-dive, just like their share price.
My last call, was very interesting. It was from an interstate online business looking to grow their business-to-business client base.
After chatting for 20 minutes, it became apparent that the business was not suited to Marketing Eye. They pushed to receive a proposal even though I had already told them that they were not suited to our format of working with clients, and then even after saying this, they proceeded to provide me with a gmail address.
Are you serious? Do you think in a business to business environment, that it would be appropriate to provide a prospect or anyone else for that matter with a gmail address? Do you really think they will take you seriously?
Simple. The car that stands out is the one that is best suited to you as an individual. Not the person sitting beside you. But you.
In business, I am constantly meeting people who tell me how great they are. Women that sprout, "I won this award and that" and men that tell you how much money they want you to think they make.
I have some great friends there who are talented, intelligent, fun, interesting and very likable.
In Australia, it's Mother's Day today.A day that we show appreciation for our Mother's and tell them how important they are to our lives.
My Mother is an interesting woman. She is highly religious, has an incredible sense of resilience and shows compassion to people around her like no-one I have never seen before.
As a child, I remember looking up to her. I loved that she wasn't showy like some other people's Mother's and that she always stood in the background, quiet, yet very supportive. She was the type of Mother that would bake a cake, pop into the school unannounced and give a slice to each of the kids in our class so that they could enjoy her delicious baking for morning tea. Knowing that I had a phobia of eating food out of a lunchbox, she also use to drive 10 kilometres to drop me off fresh lunch, or my favourite fish and chips, on days when the canteen didn't operate - so I would not starve.