The Best Sales Technique
Possibly the best idea by any company was in full force yesterday, evrywhere around me. After the internet installation affair, I went down to my school for my afternoon of teaching. I stopped off to buy some chewing gum and a bottle of juice and noticed that everyone in the shop was buying Pepero stuff. Pepero is a brand of chocolate snacks that are like sticks of biscuits dipped in chocolate. As this was 'Pepero Day' everyone was buying them, I didn't think very much of it and walked on to work.
As I arrived I saw on my desk a big bunch of these sweets, I thought someone must have just put them down there, but it turns out that these were given to me by some of the students. Now I know the rules about not accepting gifts from strangers, but does that only apply to adults? Each of my classes the same thing happens and most of the kids, not the bad ones, hand me some of these sweets. They range from about a foot long to about half that (the kids who gave the smaller gifts will probably fail this year).
See, Pepero Day is 11/11, as a 1 is the same shape as the sweet, really clever! The day is one where as far as I can tell you have to buy as many of these sweets as you can and give them to everyone that you meet during that day. Some of them have pictures of cartoons, some are plain, some have love hearts all over them as if they were for Valentines day. It seems to be best marketing campaign since the makers of sliced bread coined the slogan 'the best thing since sliced bread' you know, you can't help thinking about sliced bread when that is said to you, brilliant!
So I take my haul of goodies back to the teachers room each time to find that I have more, some of them from the teachers this time. The penny drops and I realis that I look like a complete skinflint who won't even spare a couple fo pounds to buy sweets for their co-workers.
I really am keeping the image of Scotland, and all the stereotypes that go with it, alive and kicking in Korea. I'm off to put on my kilt and swing a claymore around (the sword not the mine).
posted by Alanowski @ 9:51 am
6 Comments:
Gref Stojkovic calling Mike Morocco. Come in Mike Morocco.
I've got an important question for you. Why are kids giving you "foot longs" and why are you accepting them?
Gref, I knew that someone was going to make that joke, but I thought it would be someone with a little less class than you. Perhaps J, or maybe even Trout. Tsk Tsk, and to think that we went a rockin at J5 together as well. You've changed man, you've changed.
Let me see if I've got this straight: in order to be grounded, I've got to be crazy and I must be crazy to keep flying. But if I ask to be grounded, that means I'm not crazy any more and I have to keep flying.
The Texan turned out to be good-natured, generous, and likable. In three days no
one could stand him.
You've had an outbreak of Catch 22. I'd call the exterminators.
DFP
I had the Catch 22 catchers called out, but it turns out that I had to not call them for them to be of any assistance, and since I called them they can't come out to help me. If I hadn't called them then it would have been no problem at all, although they wouldn't have known that I needed an infestation to be dealt with and therefor they wouldn't have come to my aid.
I'm not sure how the company makes anymoney at all to be perfectly honest with you.
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