Let’s kick this week off with another peek inside my inbox and some of the crazy I have to deal with.
Today’s subject is a senior gentleman I’ll call “Compo”, who my friends in the UK may recognise as the lead character in the long-running BBC comedy, “Last of the Summer Wine”.
I actually met Compo in real life in 2012 when we both attended a marketing event in Wales.
“I love your stuff”, he gushed.
Bless.
Having not heard a peep from him since that day, I was pleased to reconnect on The Book.
We only exchanged a few words in the Messenger, hardly even a conversation…
However, two days later, the dreaded unsolicited pitch arrived.
I’m a marketer. I expect it…
And I get pitched a lot with varying degrees of awfulness.
This one was up there on the crappy scale:
A cut and paste message which mentioned his mentor by name several times (like I’m supposed to know, or care who she is), the opportunity itself was in a niche I’m not involved with and appeared to be set up mainly to benefit US citizens – we’re both based in the UK.
Honestly, I was disappointed in Compo…
Eight years have passed and he’s still marketing like it’s Amateur Hour.
I called him out on it and suggested it may be time to look for a new mentor if this is what he’s being taught…
And, once he grew tired of the shotgun approach, perhaps I could help.
For somebody who gives the impression of an affable, elderly gentleman on their profile, he proceded to give it to me with both barrels.
“I wouldn’t want your help if you were the last person standing”, he lied.
“I used to be on your list years ago, I know what it consists of…”
Previously, Bad Grandpa would have ended that sentence with “well written, entertaining and useful marketing material”…
But, sentiments change quickly when your immediate response to inbox BS isn’t throwing a credit card number in their direction.
He unfriended me shortly after but I remain unblocked.
Once a fan…
Always a fan.
The thing is, if Compo had been involved with the program I am now, he’d have saved himself a lot of embarrassment, upset and anger.
Rather than pitching irrelevant opportunities to the nearest pair of ears, he could be getting paid to complete tasks online instead.
No recruiting.
No selling.
No convincing.
Just follow a clear daily plan and earn a consistent online income.
Compo’s too stubborn to ditch what doesn’t work and follow the money.
Sadly, his shotgun method to online marketing means he’ll be firing blanks for the next decade and beyond.
Don’t be like Compo.
Get in touch and I can help you get started.