Two of my three businesses are service businesses. We are in the business of renting equipment, but it is the service that our clients buy. Over the holiday weekend, I took my family for a short trip to Chicago. I love Chicago.
My favorite thing about going to the city is the service. We stayed at the Four Seasons, which is pretty affordable on holiday weekends. The service in these hotels is amazing. By service, I mean the way people treat you and how they respond to your requests with a simple "of course" or "I would be happy to do that".
We were enjoying the swimming pool and being a coffee adict, I needed to find a cup of coffee. Since I didn't know my way around, I asked the young lady at the desk leading to the spa. Instead of giving me directions on where I could get coffee, she simply said, "I will bring some out for you. Do you require cream or sugar?" In a few minutes she arrived with two coffees and a little cup of cream. Only later did I find out that in order to get that coffee, she stopped everything she was doing and trotted (they never run at the Four Seasons) down to the cafe to get the coffee.
Of course, when you stay at a nice hotel like the Four Seasons, you expect that sort of service. It is unquestioning, polite and effortless. The amazing part is that the hotel finds people who are willing to go that extra step. Does this mean they only hire from the top end of the spectrum? No, not really. I doubt that people who work there make much more than their counterparts in other hotels.
These employees seem to recognize that they benefit by serving. The very act of service to others is their payment. They take a quiet pride in making their guests happy. That in turn creates a very loyal following and of course builds a successful company.
So how do I, a little rental company guy, bring that type of service to my clients. Right off the bat, you may say that trying to bring a four-star resort service attitude to a rental company is unrealistic. But I have this thing about trying to reach and do things that cannot be done. So here it goes:
First, service must begin with the management. In this case, Me. I need to clearly set service as the main goal of the company. We are not in the business of renting things, we are in the business of serving our clients.
Secondly, there are some things which can be integrated into the system such as thank you cards and follow up calls which we do now. We can also go the extra mile to provide the "surprise" service such as the cookies and milk in the afternoon which was brought up by some friggin elf. I am not certain what the surprise element might be, but I guess that is part of the surprise. For my tent business it could be a bouquet of flowers. For RentQuick, we already include a tootie-pop with each projector. (I know, we are showing how much we suck.)
Third, in order to keep track of what our clients want we need to fully use our CRM software. Things such as customer likes, dislikes and requests need to be documented. In this case, I am not talking about marketing info like birthdays, but instead, I want to gather information for the sole purpose of serving the client better.
Finally, we need a way to truly measure how we are doing in the service to our clients. For years, we have included a simple survey in every rental. But to take that a step further, we should do exit interviews with our clients to make sure we are covering all the bases.
Although some people would say that high-end service like that of luxury hotels is expensive to create for the masses, I like to think that service in and of itself is a reward and it is far better to over serve and lose money in the short term than to underserve and lose money in the long term.
(P.S. Thanks to all those who said they are reading the posts. )
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
Monday, June 27, 2005
A Cry For Help
You know, sometimes I wonder if anyone is actually reading any of this stuff I am putting out. I wander around my day-to-day existence and try to find new and exciting business related crap to write about. I tell myself I will impress my reader(s) to the point that they will actually comment on one of my posts.
But then I realize that while I would enjoy bettering someone's business with my insights and commentary, it isn't necessary. Instead, I realized, that the blog in it's own right is a form of journal/diary writing with a twist of exhibisionism. We all want to be noticed. Usually we aren't but we are all crying out for someone to "look at me". See I am special because of this thought or that deed.
This all hit me this past week. I had a great meeting with the Waynesboro City Planner and his staff about my new real estate project Dewitt Crossing. After the meeting, I went across the street to a Chinese Restuarant to get a buffet to go. I paid the nice girl and carried my little styrofoam box to the buffet line. There I was met my this lady who was clearly choking.
She jumped up and down and pointed at her throat. I asked the obvious: Are you choking? The nodd was yes. So I set my little box down and turned her around and perfomed the Himleck manuever. She then spit out a chunk of meat. I helped her sit down, asked her if she was okay, then went back to the buffet line.
Now, in the normal superhero fantasy, the hero gets pats on the back and a standing ovation from all the other people in the restaurant. The next day the newspaper carries a front page story about how local guy saves lady's life.
Of course none of that happened.
In reality, I didn't help her for the admiration of my fellow citizens. The fact that no one noticed or acknowledged my efforts doesn't take away from the deed.
My little moral to the story is that you do things that are right so you can sleep at night. Trying to go through life looking for acknowledgment is a losing proposition. Do what you think is right and you will be fine. Leave the fame to someone else.
This is the same for the blog. I don't write this blog in order to get some sort of recognition. There will be some good that comes from this. Of that I am sure. But it is likely that I will never know where it helped, and that is okay. I write for my own sense of self and not as a cry for help.
But then I realize that while I would enjoy bettering someone's business with my insights and commentary, it isn't necessary. Instead, I realized, that the blog in it's own right is a form of journal/diary writing with a twist of exhibisionism. We all want to be noticed. Usually we aren't but we are all crying out for someone to "look at me". See I am special because of this thought or that deed.
This all hit me this past week. I had a great meeting with the Waynesboro City Planner and his staff about my new real estate project Dewitt Crossing. After the meeting, I went across the street to a Chinese Restuarant to get a buffet to go. I paid the nice girl and carried my little styrofoam box to the buffet line. There I was met my this lady who was clearly choking.
She jumped up and down and pointed at her throat. I asked the obvious: Are you choking? The nodd was yes. So I set my little box down and turned her around and perfomed the Himleck manuever. She then spit out a chunk of meat. I helped her sit down, asked her if she was okay, then went back to the buffet line.
Now, in the normal superhero fantasy, the hero gets pats on the back and a standing ovation from all the other people in the restaurant. The next day the newspaper carries a front page story about how local guy saves lady's life.
Of course none of that happened.
In reality, I didn't help her for the admiration of my fellow citizens. The fact that no one noticed or acknowledged my efforts doesn't take away from the deed.
My little moral to the story is that you do things that are right so you can sleep at night. Trying to go through life looking for acknowledgment is a losing proposition. Do what you think is right and you will be fine. Leave the fame to someone else.
This is the same for the blog. I don't write this blog in order to get some sort of recognition. There will be some good that comes from this. Of that I am sure. But it is likely that I will never know where it helped, and that is okay. I write for my own sense of self and not as a cry for help.
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