The Perfect Job

This month, Wes Zimmerman's Zingers Newsletter is about losing a dream job and is called:

The Perfect Job

Surprising Search Terms

Surprising Search Terms - How Do I Find Thee?

(... Let me count the ways ...)

I began writing blogs because it was a way to share thoughts that do not fit the Zingers format or a book. Writing is fun for me and it is another tool to use in helping people. I believe that is calling; what I am supposed to do with my life. If it isn't, it certainly gives me daily satisfaction. I do not do it to gain fame, which I don't have, or wealth, which I also do not have: I do it a very selfish reason: It gives me joy and pleasure and helps me over the rough spots.

Every month, my web master friend, Bill Austin, sends me the statistics on this blog and our web site readership. The internet is a magic world populated with gremlins, spiders and other search engines that pick up words, phrases and maybe even full sentences and stuff them into hidden directories you and I never see. These are then picked up when a person puts some of the words into the search box of Yahoo, Google or some other search engine.

You have to scroll down the statistics to see them and they can be surprising. In October, for instance, one visitor arrived at the site when the search engine thought he said, "my mind is fried." Others included; "Oldsmobile," "hair zingers .com," "en-my," "ferarri," and "examples of perjury." My mind is fried and examples of perjury came from a blog article, but none of the others did.

Of course there were many words that I used in blogs and Zingers and even the book excerpts on the site. There were several variations of my name, also. The one that really makes me laugh is "who is wes zimmeman." The first five search results on Google were about me, even when the name was spelt wrong.

That one intrigues me....

Wes Zimmerman

Creating A Difference Without Knowing it

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Creating A Difference Without Knowing it

Amy and I moved to the job in the rubber extrusion factory in one trip with a rented trailer. We were young, had one child and not a lot of belongings or furniture. We both hated the one room "apartment" with a passion and resolved to get out of it as soon as possible. It was a twelve-mile drive: I left early enough to arrive promptly at the beginning of the day shift, on Monday morning.

I first went to the small building that housed the General Manager, his secretary, the receptionist/switchboard operator, the Comptroller and resident salesman. The general manager had not arrived, so I introduced myself to everyone. The GM's secretary, Miss Black, took me to my office space in the next building, introduced me to the accountant, his staff, the purchasing agent and the one person personnel department. Then I was on my own. After chatting for a short time with each person I headed for the factory.

It looked the same as it had on the day I met the General Manager. I had been silent then, but now it was noisy and seemed dirtier because the carbon black and pulverized clay being added to the rubber, in the mixing room, floated everywhere. I found and introduced myself to each supervisor and listened as they described the processes they were in charge of. Everyone was helpful, but wary of the new man with "the responsibility of setting piece rates and improving methods so everything will be more efficient." That phrase was on a small notice, posted on the one bulletin board in the plant.

The GM found me on the factory floor.

"Have you met everyone?"

"Yes, all have been helpful in explaining what is happening."

"I will be available to talk whenever you wish. Miss Black knows everything and indicates she is impressed by you."

"Thanks, I will be doing a lot of watching, listening and asking questions, for a while."

"Good luck."

I did not see him again that day. I walked the plant at different times that day, set up my desk, got acquainted with everyone that shared the room, and after watching the shift change in the factory, drove to be with Amy and Bill.

"How did it go?"

"Really quite well, nothing important happened, I met a lot of people and tried to memorize their names. I think I may have slowed production cause everybody kept looking at me where ever I went."

"How many people were dressed like you in white shirt and tie?"

"Come to think about it, no one, not even the GM. He was in the same kind of washed out, short sleeve, sport shirt as when we met him. The folks in the plant are dressed for work in a hot, dirty, sweaty place. So were the supervisors."

"You don't look much better now, Hon; tomorrow, take a extra white shirt with you and change at noon, so you look good all day. Your shirt has a distinct dirty gray look now, from all the carbon black and stuff. I'll wash and iron in the morning."

"Miss Black, the GM's secretary was dressed professionally. I could see from the way she carries herself that she always dresses professionally. My dress must be the reason she told the GM she was impressed with me."

I did not dress differently that day to make an impression; I was comfortable in a long sleeve, white shirt and bow tie. I now realize that how I dress communicates a great deal about me, I was not aware of this, at that time. I did not know I had created a powerful perception of a difference.

Wes Zimmerman

PS: My Book is now listed in the Open Directory Project under:

http://www.dmoz.org/Shopping/Publications/Books/Business/Salesmanship/

The Perception of a Difference - Guide to improving buying, marketing, selling, and customer care.

There Are No Coincidences

There Are No Coincidences


Ever since my experience with Him, alone on the hill when I was eighteen, I have felt that every thing in my life has happened for a purpose. Here is another confirmation of this.

About the three months ago, I visited the Duck & Decanter on Camelback to replenish their sales display of my book. As I did so a total stranger walked up,

"Your Wes Zimmerman."

"Yes."

"You wrote that book. You're the man on the motorcycle."

"Yes."

"I purchased the book here and am now a third of the way through it. Would you be willing to talk with me for an hour or so? I'm going through a transition and think you can help me."

"Yes, I'll do that. Give me your card or email address and I will contact you with a time to meet."

I had no idea of what he needed or what I could do for him, but I felt that I wanted to and should, make the time to do what he asked. We talked for almost three hours the first time. He had a long history of success in sales and had learned that not all employers are ethical. I knew this and had helped other salespeople to find work with trustworthy people. I thought about our conversation and asked Him for guidance. In ensuing conversations I concluded that he was strong enough in himself, to succeed and be happy, as an independent professional sales representative for companies and products of his own choosing.

For two years I had been searching for someone to sell WZA Perception Of A Difference consulting programs, my book, Zingers subscriptions and me as a speaker. I asked him to consider making these products/services one set f the items he would sell as an Independent Sales Representative. On November first we signed an agreement.

I am happy to announce that Stephen "Steve" Kenyon is now representing WZA services and products. His company is SK Concepts, LLC and he can be reached at stevek@skconcepts.net as well through http://www.perceptionofdifference.com/

I am very pleased about this because he shares my personal belief in honest, ethical, business practice and daily life. He will build solid relationships and provide customer care that considers you, our customer, first and his/our needs second.

Welcome aboard, Steve.

Wesley (Wes) Zimmerman

Famous Quotes - Perception Quotes

Famous Quotes - Perception Quotes

Every creative act involves ... a new innocence of perception, liberated from the cataract of accepted belief.
- Arthur Koestler