For the second time in two months, I’ve had a Pom called James ring me and start on a sales spiel, theoretically from Facebook.
The first time was a Friday night at dinner time, when he was coming between me and a pizza with red wine. He wasn’t welcome.
He launched into a script saying how he was from Facebook Australia and was contacting the best Facebook pages in Australia. Given that I only have 1 Like, that was unlikely (pun), but I let him talk. He asked if I’d seen all the advertising at Neutral Bay for Facebook. (No, I hadn’t). He mentioned how great Facebook was for advertising (ha) and made small talk about the health products I mention. Then, still talking at a scripted snails pace, launched into some stats on how many million people were available for health and weight loss advertising through Facebook. (I don’t talk about weight loss). There was so much noise in the background it sounded like he was at a wild party and was taking me for a ride.
That’s when I lost my patience and launched into a mild tirade about not trying to quote search statistics to an SEO, not reading from a script at a snail’s pace, not ringing a mum at dinner time, and how unlikely it was that he was really from Facebook. He blustered about how he couldn’t believe I would say something like that. So I hung up.
End of story, I thought.
Today, same time (although it’s only Thursday) he rang up again – I recognised his voice. He said he was James from Manchester, and how was my Google Maps page doing (for the same health site). And had I seen the advertising in Neutral Bay recently? Obviously they’d given him a new opening paragraph for his script, but that was all. He said he’d even been to a conference for my health products in Manchester just last week – such a coincidence. And when I asked if he was from Facebook, he said, why yes, he was.
Again, I said that sadly it was dinnertime and I really had to study for a (Google) exam. The salesman in him fired up, and he asked what could possibly be as important as the fantastic offer he had from Facebook, and that there was no way he would let me miss out on this life-changing offer.
With the sound of call-centre conversations clamouring in the background, I hung up again.
So Facebook, or Facebook reseller, or whoever you are.
James is a terrible salesman.
And please stop ringing!







