See-through marketing

Last week when I wrote about (figurative) transparency as a marketing tool, little did I know that I would soon discover a literal application of the same concept.

I bought a new vacuum this weekend; my old one finally gave out after almost two decades of service. Vacuums these days certainly have a different look than vacuums of yore. Gone are the bags so artfully tucked into an opaque canister, forgotten until the appearance of a warning light and the loss of suction. They have been replaced with clear canisters that can be easily removed and dumped after each use.

I didn’t think much about the reasons behind it until I got the unit home and started using it. One perfunctory round in my bedroom and adjoining bath left me completely disgusted. The canister was half full of dust and hair, and I was left feeling like a filthy pig. I dumped the canister and wanted to vacuum more, more, MORE! And those who know me recognize that I hate cleaning almost as much as I hate doing laundry.

Anyway, I think this was a brilliant move by vacuum manufacturers. What better way to get me to use their product than by showing me all the disgusting filth I have picked up from my floor? I want to push that yellow monster around until absolutely nothing is left to fly into its clear plastic belly. The more I use it, the more likely I am to talk about it, and the faster it will wear out and send me to the store after a new one. Don’t hide the dirt, show it off!

This is good stuff. One of the best marketing tools is a product feature itself. See? I told you transparency works.

The art of language

Most of us speak many different languages. I speak 10-year-old girl and 13-year-old boy, though often not very well. I speak marketing and communication, sometimes with an industry- or project-specific accent. I speak disinterested potential customer and haughty consumer. I speak sports fan and running enthusiast. I speak intimate friend and pleasant acquaintance. At least, I try.

Every day we have to assume the language and accent of our audience, whether it’s an audience of one or of many. In order to be understood, we have to communicate in words that the people listening understand, and it’s not always easy. Regardless of the level of fluency we might have achieved, these are not our first languages. They are not the language of me.

Metaphorically, that means I’m always hanging art in someone else’s museum. Art appreciation is intensely personal, so there is always a chance, no matter how well I know his tastes, that the piece I choose may not resonate with the museum owner. And because it is so personal, no amount of repositioning will convince him that he likes it. The only option is to ditch it and find something else that works for him.

These days, I’m struggling with my fluency in 13-year-old boy. I’m just not completely comfortable in that language, his language. I find myself speaking louder (yes, literally) instead of searching for the right words. Perhaps I need to listen more in order to understand the nuance of his language, to be able to mimic his accent. Language is an art, and he just doesn’t see what I’m painting. It must be time to grab a fresh canvas.

The lessons I teach are the hardest ones to learn myself.

On a mission

In yesterday’s post, I talked about the importance of bringing passion to your job. It’s easy to buy into that theory when the job involves fun stuff like planning a Super Bowl or marketing Apple products or creating ad campaigns. But what about when the job involves selling hearing aids or running a security company or teaching French to semi-interested adults who refuse to do homework? What about running a sanitation crew or fixing potholes or troubleshooting pumps? What about hauling grain or changing bedpans or working on a factory floor? I maintain that passion is essential no matter where you work or what you do. I’ve seen the difference firsthand.

Here’s a case in point. I once attended a sales meeting for a company that makes and sells products that most people wouldn’t consider very exciting. In fact, the average Joe probably doesn’t think about these products at all; they just hum along in the background, taken for granted by everyone.

I didn’t expect to get much from the meeting other than some face time with colleagues I don’t see often. It didn’t take long, however, for me to really tune in during the product presentations. Despite the not-so-glamorous profile of hanging hardware and flexible piping, I found my attention drawn to the front of the room. It wasn’t because of eye-catching graphics on the projection screen; it was the passion in the presenter’s voice that drew me there. It wasn’t just one presenter, either. Each person who stood behind the podium clearly believed in what he did and was eager to share his enthusiasm.

That made all the difference.

I left that conference refreshed. It’s exciting to work with people who are excited about what they do. I want to jump in and be part of it, and when I do a good job with my portion, I know it will be appreciated. That makes me eager to do more; success breeds success breeds success.

I’ve been involved with the flip side, too. When people view their jobs as tedious and boring, assignments become tasks, things to check off a to-do list, one more thing to get done before going home for the day. When effort goes unappreciated and is taken for granted, the incentive to go above and beyond disappears. In the end, a lackluster attitude brings lackluster results.

When you’re passionate about what you do, your job become a mission–and it rubs off. So what if you have a dirty job or a boring product? I’ll bet there’s more to it than that. Consider the examples I offered earlier from a different perspective:

  • The person selling hearing aids is allowing people to hear the voices of the people they love.
  • The person running a security company is helping to provide peace of mind and to keep people safe.
  • The person teaching French is sharing part of another culture.
  • The person hauling grain is helping to feed people and animals.
  • The person changing bedpans is bringing compassion to a sick person, as well as helping to control the spread of germs and bacteria, maintaining sanitary conditions so others don’t get sick.
  • The person troubleshooting pumps is making sure people don’t run out of water to drink.

It’s a lot easier to become passionate about your job–to transform it into a mission–when you take a long view of what you do. Look at the big picture and get excited. After all, you’re on a mission.

A SUPER experience

In case you’re wondering, I had a great SUPER time in Indianapolis on Super Bowl weekend. The city did a fantastic SUPER job with every detail that I could see, including replacing positive descriptors such as great, fantastic, nice with the word SUPER at every possible opportunity. “Have a SUPER day!” rang out at the close of every encounter, thanks to the 8000+ volunteers who had bought into the plan.

By all accounts, Indy’s Super Bowl production was a success. The week leading up to the big game impressed pretty much everyone, including me. What impressed me even more, however, was the year leading up to the event. I have learned many lessons from this planning/communicating/marketing success story.

Many, many months ago, I signed up for every mailing list the Super Bowl XLVI Host Committee offered. Even that early in the game (so to speak), the volunteer roster had already filled, so my intent was to at least follow along vicariously. It didn’t matter that I live in Fort Wayne and not Indy’s east side; I learned all about the First & Green effort. I have no intention of ever knitting a stitch, and the only purls I’ll touch are spelled P-E-A-R-L; I still followed the Super Scarves effort every stitch of the way. I eagerly awaited photos and progress updates on the Host Committee’s Facebook page. I devotedly read every weekly update published to my inbox (and thousands of others) by Alison Melangton, the Host Committee’s head. I soaked it all in.

Over the course of the year–and especially after the event went off in SUPER fashion–I learned and re-learned a lot of lessons. In no particular order, here they are:

  • Transparency matters. One of the things I appreciated most about all the planning and preparation was the regular updates on the state of affairs. By the time the big week rolled around, there were no unpleasant surprises.
  • Organize, organize, organize. The committee got started early and put together a capable staff.
  • Every detail counts. From the visible (scarves identifying volunteers, cookies and cards from schoolchildren for every hotel guest) to the unseen, the committee vigilantly addressed every possible detail. Seeing dozens of school buses lined up to shuttle people out of downtown to their respective parking lots on game day was just awesome.
  • Use all the tools at hand. The committee did a tremendous SUPER job using all forms of media to reach people. Aside from the traditional channels, social media played an integral role in getting the word out. One of my favorite examples is the use of Twitter during Super Bowl week, when concierges would tweet available restaurant seatings for those of us who weren’t able to get reservations. Twitter, Facebook, YouTube, print, TV, radio, word of mouth…they all have their place and can bring terrific SUPER results when used effectively.
  • Bring your passion. It was very clear to me that all the people involved with this effort were truly passionate about it. Passion is what moves the lackluster to something special. It’s easy to see when it is present, but it is equally apparent when it is not. If you truly care about what you do, people will notice, and more often than not, you’ll find it’s contagious.

I loved every minute of my SUPER weekend in Indy. The experience itself was wonderful SUPER, but looking at it through a marketer’s eye was just as exciting for me. I just loved watching everything fall into place after months and months of careful, deliberate planning. I’m already finding ways to apply those lessons in my own endeavors.

Think it through

I never know what I’m going to find in an airport. I’ve stumbled across some great ideas, as well as some that have left me shaking my head. Vino Volo, for example, offers a sip-it-and-ship-it wine bar concept where travelers can comfortably await their next airplane flight while sipping a wine flight, accompanied by some pretty delicious small plate offerings. On the other hand, the Tyson vending machine I found offering hot chicken nuggets and cheeseburgers for a few quarters left me wondering just how far we’ll go to get our fix of processed foods.

Then there’s my most recent find: the Yellow Pages kiosk. It caught my eye when I arrived in Tulsa on a recent trip, but I didn’t have time to check it out until I skulked around the gate awaiting my return flight a few days later. At first glance, I was intrigued by the idea: look up local businesses, Yellow Pages style, at an interactive touch screen that will text the selected information to a cell phone. Interesting.

The more I played with it, though, the more I wanted–and didn’t find. I could look up restaurants, for example, but all I could see on-screen was the (exact!) same thing I would find in the hard copy Yellow Pages: an alphabetical listing of name, address, and phone number. Because touch-screen electronic media inherently suggests interactivity to me, I found myself tapping the screen on the name of a restaurant to drill deeper in the hope of finding a description, a menu, reviews, anything. Nothing. Just the Yellow Pages on a screen. This whole, slick-looking machine provided no more information than a hard copy would have.

This could have been a really great idea. I could look up a local business and tap the name to link to its website. Or driving directions. Or reviews. Or make reservations. Or, or, or.

I thought maybe I was asking too much, that the programming investment required to realize my vision might significantly change the economics of the situation, so I visited Everything I imagined was right there. Search restaurants in your town; click one to find a description, link to its website, driving direction, and reviews. Perfect.

Unfortunately, my internet search just made the kiosk idea seem even worse. Now I really don’t understand why that company wasted its time loading the big yellow book into the machine when all it had to do was provide an entry point into the online version. It obviously had a phone line for texting, why not an internet connection? It could have been so simple.

What might have been a good idea fizzled when it came time to make it happen. It could have been so much more, but it ended up falling short. No wonder I didn’t see anyone using it.

Think it through, build it out, make it happen. The execution counts just as much as the idea itself.

Healthy competition

A few nights ago I visited my regular sushi haunt. I hadn’t been there for a while, and my cravings were threatening to undo me if I didn’t oblige them.

Even though there’s a newer, flashier place situated slightly closer to my house, I prefer this nondescript little storefront tucked in the corner of a strip mall. It doesn’t get a lot of recognition, but they get the rice right and the clear soup is the best in town. Besides that, it’s comfortable.

On this visit, I noticed that something was different as soon as I sat down. Actually, there were a lot of things different. Not only did I find myself paging through a new menu, but I also noticed it was full of new items. All my old favorites still beckoned, but new dishes challenged them in every category. Always excited to try new things, I mentally rubbed my hands in delight.

I settled on a combination of the familiar and the yet unexplored: my usual clear soup and green salad, accompanied by a fantasy roll, which sounded absolutely delicious. As the courses started to arrive, I saw that not just the menu had changed. The diminutive, diner-style water glasses had been replaced with honest-to-goodness glass tumblers that didn’t need to be refilled every six minutes. The salad had doubled in size, and it was served on new white dinnerware instead of the usual glass shell. Then came the new roll. Ohhhh, the new roll. More scrumptious than even the description conveyed, it offered a feast for the eyes as well as the palate: artfully arranged on a the same gleaming new dinnerware, encircling a small pot of fire. And mochi for dessert!Be still my heart.

As happy as my belly was when I left the restaurant, something other than the food brought a bigger smile to my face. I saw very clearly that my favorite sushi hidey-hole had significantly stepped up its game, and I was pretty sure I knew why. That newer, flashier sushi place down the street had swooped in and presented a real threat to my fave’s business.

Rather than crossing their fingers and hoping for the best, the owners made some very real improvements to their existing offering. They cleaned up and reprinted their menus. The refreshed the food items and added new dishes that made sense, dishes that were an extension of their offering, not a departure from it. They improved the creature comforts of their dinnerware. And they added mochi! (Clearly, this was the highlight of the experience for me.)

I liked the restaurant before, and I like it even more now, having tacked on a healthy dose of respect for the outstanding effort the owners have put forth in rising to the challenge offered by the new guy down the street. They didn’t offer gimmicks or discounts or otherwise try to buy business. Instead, they watched and learned and made their restaurant fundamentally better.

This, my friends, is the way competition is supposed to work. Don’t race to the bottom to buy loyalty; earn it.

Not so clever

When I stay in a hotel, the last thing I want to do is think about what the prior occupants may have done in my room, particularly in my bed. The second to last thing I want to do is question whether the sheets are really clean. If I dwell on these topics too long, I can get pretty creeped out. I’d prefer to spend my temporary occupancy in naive oblivion.

Imagine my consternation when, on a recent trip, I found myself looking at the back of an elevator door which commanded, Sleep naked. When I got to my room, I found a follow-up card that told me that the sheets are washed for every guest. Umm…excuse me, but I had always assumed that was the case. Does that mean I have to question it now? I’m already getting the shivers.

I understand what the Hampton–er, the anonymous hotel chain–was trying to do. They wanted me to rest assured (yes, that was a pun) that they’ve got the cleanest sheets around. Unfortunately, they didn’t say it that way. Instead, they told me their sheets were clean while fostering the implication that others’ sheets may not be–and it backfired. I was left with visions of something more untoward than sugarplums dancing in my head.

Maybe I’m overreacting a bit, but let me make a few points. First, if I noticed it, someone else will, too. In fact, the colleague who was traveling with me had a similar reaction. Always consider the downside when launching a campaign. Second, implied scare tactics might garner a sale, but they never build true loyalty. Finally, regardless of whether you find the slogans clever, I’ll bet you wouldn’t want your five-year-old asking about sleeping naked when he sees the sign in the elevator.

Clever does not always equal appropriate. Enough said.

All work and no play

I just got back from a weeklong business trip that covered three different states, airport transfers notwithstanding. It included hours of windshield time, early morning flights, earplugs, mud, closed exit ramps, detours, a scary gas-station-turned-liquor-store, a stiff breeze on top of a mountain (okay, a really big hill), and a few stretches outside my comfort zone. Though the task itself wasn’t particularly strenuous, the constant motion left me more tired than I had a right to be. By the time I got home–a day late, thanks to an ill-timed snow squall and an overfueled airplane–I was ready for what was left of the weekend.

On top of all that, my kids were mad at me for being gone so long, my forgotten plants were almost dead, and my overstuffed mailbox was a beacon for burglars, signaling that I was away. I had a stack of bills waiting to be paid, the milk had spoiled in the refrigerator, and the suitcase from my Super Bowl trip was still full of dirty clothes waiting to be washed.

Rough life. Business travel sucks, right?

Wrong. This trip was actually a lot of fun. I traveled with good people who provided great conversation and a lot–a LOT–of laughs. We ferreted out some terrific meals, including a cilantro margarita at one stop and banana wontons at another. We got to see long stretches of beautiful country, and we even had time to throw in a practical joke or two. Besides that, we accomplished our mission. From all aspects, it was time well spent.

Why is it that I often feel compelled to cast work-related endeavors in a dreary light in order to be taken seriously? I tend to paint a picture with grays and blacks and angry reds to make work seem like, well, work. But nowhere in the definition of work does it say that it has to be boring and tedious and arduous. Work is simply the exertion of effort to accomplish something, to be productive. Somewhere along the line I’ve assumed that enjoying myself while doing work makes the effort less valuable. Shame on me.

Work can be fun. Work should be fun. If I don’t enjoy it, I should probably find another project, job, or career. Sure, there will always be parts that are less enjoyable than others, but there is nothing wrong with appreciating the highlights. More importantly, there is nothing wrong with admitting it.

The next time someone asks me about my trip, I’m going to tell her I had a great week. I really did.

Note: My apologies for not posting for more than a week. Fun or not, I just plain ran out of time. I’m really sorry; I’ve missed this!

No job so small

A colleague told me of a fortune cookie maxim she recently received. It said, “There is no job so simple that it can’t be done wrong.”

Great stuff.

This goes hand-in-hand with another adage that has often crept into my life over the years: “Anyone can do a job halfway.”

I don’t want to be just anyone, and I’m guessing that you don’t either. It takes someone special to do a job right, no matter how small it is.

Push buttons

I had an “Aha!” moment last weekend. I was thinking about my recent post, Super excited, when it occurred to me that I may have had a similar revelation about the importance of enjoying the moment once before. Or twice. Or various times.

Whether I’m ready or not, my friends are coming to visit this week. Sal had to remind me that, regardless of what I have planned, we are going to have a blast. It’s all about enjoying the moment and not missing what’s in front of us, right?

I felt suddenly unburdened when she told me that, yet gradually I realized that this may not have been the first time I had heard those words. In fact, I had even blogged about this very topic before, believing each time that I was really on to something. If you don’t believe me, read Ready or not and Be open to the moment. Even Hurry up and wait holds vestiges of the same theme.

Being taught a lesson doesn’t mean that I’ve learned it.

Now that’s a revelation. Let me say that again: being taught a lesson doesn’t mean that I’ve learned it. Think about it. What lessons have you stubbornly (or obliviously) avoided learning? What lessons have you taught that aren’t being heeded? Maybe it’s time to find some new buttons to push.