The Musings Of An Opinionated Sod [Help Me Grow!]


It’s Worth Remembering That Customer Service Is About The Customer …

A recent area of growth has been the importance of the NPS score.

NPS – which stands for Net Promoter Score – is a way for companies to evaluate how their customers view them.

The higher the score, the more satisfied they are with the company. Or so they say …

Because while I appreciate there will be a lot of evidence to back up this equation, I find it fascinating that the way they do it is by adding a layer between brand and customer.

More than that, it dimensionalises ‘satisfaction’ into a numerical value … meaning humanity, nuance and individuality is washed over. Now I appreciate when you’re dealing with potentially ‘millions’ of people, it would be almost impossible to achieve this with more texture and intimacy, however I can’t help but feel this methodology also suits the C-Suite in companies because it allows them to be incubated from having to deal with customer issues and simply point to an outsourced number to justify how well they are doing.

Add to the fact that when asked to evaluate a company, most people will just choose a random number – simply because the service they experienced was transactionally efficient rather than something more meaningful or memorable – and the whole NPS score should be taken far more as a guide than a fact.

Of course, we live in a time where everyone sells everything with the confidence of unquestionable authority … which is why I saw two things recently that reminded me what good customer service is, without having t refer to a number between 0 and 10.

First was this:

A young boy was at a baseball game [Philadelphia Phillies] and his father was able to retrieve a ball that had been hit into the stands to give to him. Almost immediately, another fan came up and claimed it was theirs [it wasn’t] and basically intimidated the father into giving it them. Someone in the team saw this and immediately made amends … first sending them a bag of ‘team goodies’ while they were still in the stands, and then following it up by inviting him – and his Dad – to meet the players and receive a signed baseball bat from one of the stars.

It probably cost the team $100 max, but the emotional value was way, way more than that … which was also only increased by the speed of their action.

No processes to go through.
No layers of approval to obtain.
Quick, decisive action from the whole team – rather than just one department.

You can read about it by following these links.

First the incident.
Then the first follow up.
Then the meeting of the team.
Then the positive internet reaction.

The other is much closer to home and involves a courier company I wrote too.

I had got an email saying an item had been delivered to my house. Except it hadn’t.

I wrote to them to tell them that and almost immediately, they responded and told me they’d checked and could confirm delivery. Crucially they were able to tell me what was sent and I realized they were right and had confused their original notification for another product I was waiting for.

I wrote back to apologize and explain they were right and then – again, almost immediately – they sent me this.

Now I appreciate there may be an element of ‘lost in translation’ in this reply … but ‘we wish you a happy life’ is delightful. Even more so given it was my fucking mistake. But the real power of it is that as ridiculously over-the-top as it is … it’s also undeniably human. Not some contrived, often repeated set of words that have been carefully designed to ensure the company does not convey an inch of accountability in any interaction.

That’s customer service.

Everything else feels more like being in-service to the company legal department or C-Suite ego.

So while I appreciate we have to have systems and processes in place to deliver a level of consistency … when they take the precedence over ensuring customers comes out of any situation feeling at least seen or heard, then it’s no wonder we’re seeing more and more companies hiding behind NPS scores rather than listening, interacting and enabling their teams to deal with the needs of their customers, rather than the egos of their C-Suite.

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How I Learned There’s Not Enough Money In The World For Me To Be A Subservient Puppet. Unfortunately. And Fortunately.

I once got a job that paid me more money than I ever could possibly have imagined I’d earn.

More money than my parents ever earned – quite possibly in their entire lifetime – which was pretty horrific given they were not just smarter and better people than I’ll ever be, but did jobs that were more meaningful than advertising will ever be.

But within days of starting, I knew the money I earned wasn’t enough.

Not enough for what they expected from me.

By that I don’t mean workload.

Nor do I mean pressure.

But complicity.

When I landed the job, I had assumed the cash was to compensate for my experience.

I was wrong.

Sure, my experience got me their attention … but what the cash was really for was my blind adherence to the rules of what had gone before.

Or said another way: Ask no questions. Provide no challenges. Have no opinions.

Which was a problem given I am a person who always has questions and opinions.

Not to be an asshole – at least most of the time – but to better understand the decisions people were making or thinking of making.

Don’t get me wrong, the people at this company were smart. They were also generally good people. But the way they ran the company was based on very different values and rules that I shared or believed.

That’s on me for not really delving into it in the interview process … but in my defense, I was truly ‘me’ in the interview process whereas they were, errrrm, less so. But they soon realized the error of their ways when they discovered that while they obviously had loved the idea of me, they pretty much hated the reality of me.

And yet their way of dealing with it was to double-down on control. It’s why I used a photo of the movie The Firm at the top of this post because there were many a day where I honestly thought I was living the advertising version of it.

But if truth be told, I knew even then there were some major red flags even in the interview process – and while I raised them – the money and the situation I was in, tipped my hand in their favour.

It was a lesson that ended up being very costly to me – at least emotionally – but it also was very useful and important, reinforcing the economic value of creative fulfillment.

Now I appreciate I’m hardly on struggle street and am perfectly aware of my good fortune, but in an industry – or maybe a world – where they suggest the only way to deem success is to continually earn more and more cash, the fact is that compared to the salary I was earning then, I’m literally miles and miles and miles away from it and yet I’m also light years ahead in terms of the happiness, creative fulfillment and strategic curiosity I get to enjoy every fucking day.

It’s not all their fault … but a lot it.

And I can’t deny some good did came out of the whole thing …

I got a new life experience of living in yet another country to add to my list of places I’ve lived plus I got the pleasure of meeting and working with some incredibly talented, good humans who are very much still part of my life today. But eve with that, I do look back at the overall experience less positively, ‘topped off’ by the way they tried to fuck with my future when I told them I didn’t want to keep working with them.

But here’s the thing that has left me feeling good about this chapter in my life …

When I was going to resign, I told a friend of mine who was literally earning a single digit percentage of what I was earning.

He knew my salary and just couldn’t contemplate why I would give up my job when – in his mind – I had hit the jackpot.

And I get it … I really do … but I had learned that when a company pays you that much money, it’s not about talent, it’s about control.

Some can do it, I absofuckinglutely can’t.

And while I don’t begrudge those who stick things out for a bigger future, I have to say I now look back and feel very fucking proud that the things that keep me energized and excited are the work, the standards and the values rather than the cash. That doesn’t mean I don’t want my experience to not be financially compensated for, but it does mean the work I do has a value to me that transcends just money.

Of course I get this comes from a real position of privilege – one not many get to enjoy – but it is also a privilege that I can say has cost me to attain … which makes a nice change.

So the point is, money is important, fulfillment is equally important … and too often we ignore that, thinking that the more cash we have the more life we have and I hate to tell you, but that does not actually equate.

So be careful out there.

Money is obviously very important, but loving what you do can change your life just as much.

And with that, you’re free from me till Monday. So have a peaceful time – but hopefully not as peaceful as a particular person out there – who I am thinking of and proud as fuck of. Hopefully they know who they are. If they read this bloody blog, hahaha. See you next week.

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Stop Going To The Doctor To Prescribe Your Own Medication …

Imagine you go to the doctor.

You tell them your problem.

They diagnose your issue and prescribe meds.

“No …”, you say, “… that’s not right, you need to give me this”.

The doctor listens patiently then explains why their diagnosis and prescription is right for you.

You – with no medical knowledge or expertise – disagrees, and threaten the doctor with a malpractice suit saying, “I know my body so I know what’s it needs”.

The doctor says their diagnosis is based on what you have told them and what their examination of your body has informed them.

You tell them they have to give you what you want, then – despite keeping the doctor busy with your issue – you refuse to pay the full fee because you say you did all the work and other doctors are offering their services for less fee.

After lots of intimidation from you, they agree to the lower fee and you walk out with your new prescription.

Except a week later you become more ill because the meds you were prescribed – that you demanded – were wrong.

So you go around telling everyone the doctor who treated you was terrible and everyone should take their business elsewhere.

Bullshit isn’t it.

And yet, everyday … many companies do exactly this.

Going to the doctor and prescribing their own medicine.

Using procurement to bully their way to get what they want without realizing what they need.

Don’t get me wrong, ad agencies have a lot of issues … there’s a lot they can do better at … but knowing how to use creativity to connect and engage humans is not one of them.

Which reminds me of the time I did a project for the Red Hot Chili Peppers and they – well, specifically Anthony Kiedis – tried to do the same thing to me.

Just over 5 years ago,. I was asked to do some work for them by their team.

I did the work and presented it and he hated it.

In fact, hate is not a big enough word to describe how much he loathed it.

And me.

Was it bad?

Nope … it was simply a truth that his ego refused to accept and one I stand by to this day.

Anyway,, I was told I could present a response to his ‘comments’ so a few days later, I simply presented this:

Yep … that’s all I presented back.

One slide.
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To be honest, my memory of what I had written was slightly different so when I saw this on my Facebook memories – it was quite nice to see the original work again,

That said, I do remember showing it my wife prior to presenting to see what she thought … and she said, “Hmmmmn, are you sure that’s what you want to do?”

Now normally, I listen to what she says as she’s much smarter than me, but this time I was adamant I was going to present it as is because of how personal, arrogant and just plain fucking rude he had been to me.

And the result of that?

Bonkers basically. He threw some big insults at me then hung up the call.

The next day I was fired.

And while you can say that is not commercially astute, I still wear it as a badge of honour … because while the other guys in the band couldn’t have been nicer, Kiedis was – and remains – a dick. [Which he futher demonstrated to a Guardian journalist who also questioned him on some home truths he didn’t want to akcknowledge – hahaha]

I was signed to work with Muse a week later. I don’t think this was a coincidence.

So while I am not advocating being an asshole to clients. I would also encourage clients who think they know everything about industries they’ve never worked in, to not be an asshole to those who have studied, worked and achieved the very things they are being engaged for in the first place. It’s why it’s worth remembering, even the best in the world have producers, coaches and mentors … because while the spotlight tends to shine on individuals, it’s the people in the shadows who make it better than they imagined.

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As an aside, the reason I am using that photo at the top of this post is very deliberate.

A few months ago a person I’m very close to suddenly suggested I shared ‘resemblances’ to the old TV character, House. I laughed but found myself casually mentioning it to a few other people who know me well who – much to my surprise – all enthusiastically agreed.

Sarcastic” and “a bit of a prick” were a couple of the things uttered quite a lot.

And then, in a twist of fate that would suit any Hollywood story, I found myself in the US working with the original writer/runner of the show – the brilliant David Shore. At the end of our time together, I sheepishly told him what certain friends and colleagues had said and asked if he saw any shared traits from our time together.

He paused as if to gather his thoughts and then said what you read below.

[The redaction relates to the person we’re both working for who brought us together]

For what it’s worth, I think he’s being overly generous … but his last sentence nailed me … which means I’m less TV character and more greenhouse. ‘Transparent’. Damnit, ha.

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You Are The Weakest Link …

One thing I find increasingly interesting is the focus on speed rather than quality.

Oh no one really talks about it directly, instead they use terms like MVP to make it sound like a much more strategic decision … but the fact of the matter is everyone is in a race and the prize goes to whoever starts first, let alone finishes first.

Nothing is this more true than in the modern era of gold rush, known as ‘AI’.

Everywhere you look there’s a new company that has popped up with claims they are the next big thing … reinforced with a market evaluation in the billions, despite the fact they haven’t made a profit and they haven’t even got a significant user base yet.

But that’s the thing with tech and investment … all the rules that we are told to abide by, go right out the window when there’s the belief you can make a quick fortune on the wave of topicality and hype.

I’ve talked about it before, but the book Disrupted by Dan Lyons is a brilliant expose on the flaws and hypocrisy of both the tech and investment community … both of whom love to present themselves as The Masters Of The Universe, but are more similar to Jocks crossed with Scientologists and sheep.

The reason I say this is because I recently read a brilliant article by the Economist Luis Garicano on what he calls ‘the O ring’. No, he’s not talking about some orgasm inducing sex aid, it is an economic theory with a name inspired by the Challenger Space Shuttle disaster that states it does not matter how sophisticated or advanced any new idea/system/technology may be, it’s only as good as its weakest link.

Often we forget this in the quest for fast fame, wealth, success or competitive advantage … however given every single one of us who has used AI will have encountered a flaw with what it produced for you at some point or other, should we really be blindly running ahead thinking those ‘little issues’ will forever remain ‘little flaws?’.

Again, don’t get me wrong, I think AI is incredible.

I also appreciate it is still new technology so what it can already do is amazing.

But …

As the father of a friend of mine [Hello Judd] once said:

“If you haven’t got the time to do it right at the beginning, when will you?”


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A Week That Ensures I Can Look Back On My Life And Tell Those Around Me … At Least I Can Say, ‘I Have Lived’ …

So this is my last post for just over a week.

I know, I know … I just did that a few weeks ago.

But while any trip overseas is a privilege, this is almost indescribable in its beautiful madness.

Or it would have been, until plans got slightly changed.

ARGHHHHHHHHH.

I must admit, I was devastated when I first got told because as I hinted on my 1st Oct post … it was going to be one of the most insane, wonderful, special, magical and utterly, utterly bonkers trips and experiences of my entire life.

ENTIRE. LIFE.

And I was happy so say that, even if it turned it into a total fucking disaster.

But alas, things got changed and delayed so while I am going away, it’s to a different place for a much shorter time and to meet a rep of the individual – rather than the actual individual, which will now happen in late October and then a big event thingymajig in early 2026. So while that’s a bit disappointing for me, it’s still great news for you because while I’ll now be back in NZ for some of next week, there will only be a few posts over next week.

You’re welcome.

So with that, I wish you all a good weekend … and to say goodbye, I can’t think of a nicer way to do that than leave you with the great Dolly Parton singing a song that perfectly sums up my week ahead.

Have fun. Take care.

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