Thursday, 27 March 2014

The Meeting

The First Meeting

The next morning I went down to the dining room for breakfast.  News of my arrival had clearly spread to the other staff members and I was delighted to be approached by a couple of guys eating breakfast, who asked if I wanted to join them.  I was glad of the company and to finally be able to meet some of my colleagues.  Jack and Ryan had only been out in Bansko a few weeks themselves and so were still finding their feet and we had a good chat about Bansko and the job over breakfast.  They offered me a lift to the meeting, which I gladly accepted.

At 10:15am we set off for the office.  All the staff were driving large people carriers/minibuses in various forms and I was told that this was because at weekends, they may have 3 or 4 couples to show around at the same time.  Bansko was the place to buy property is seemed, which tallied up with what we had been told during the training.

We arrived at the offices and I was introduced to some of the local admin staff, who were lovely.  We then all traipsed into the meeting room, sat down and waited for Richard, the manager.  I knew that Bansko was a busy area, so I was surprised to see that were so few of us.  Some banter flowed around the room and I was informally introduced to the rest of the team by Jack and Ryan.

The meeting was due to start at 10:30am.  At 11am there was still no sign of the manager, Richard.

"He always does this," Nigel, one of the team said.  "It's a power thing.  He's always at least 30 minutes late."

I was shocked.  What kind of manager always turns up at least 30 minutes late to meetings?  Having already met Richard, I wasn't overly surprised, but still - surely he couldn't really behave this way at every meeting?  Being late is one of my pet hates.  It's rude and disrespectful to the person or people who are waiting for you and says a lot about somebody's character in my book.  I hoped that I was wrong, otherwise I wasn't going to enjoy having Richard as my manager.

You Should be Grateful

At 11:10am Richard finally arrived, with Klaus in tow.  He sauntered in, not bothering to apologise for keeping everyone waiting.  Not a good sign.  The meeting started and Richard welcomed me to the team quickly.  He then went on to talk about the last sales figures and how the team were expected to do.  He then launched into a speech about how privileged we all were to be working for MRI, but in particular to have been sent to Bansko.  He told us that if any us wanted to and were good enough we could become a Director of the company and that we should all be grateful to Darragh MacAnthony for giving us this amazing chance.  During this speech, Richard paced up and down the room like a caged tiger.

I didn't know what to think.  I had been in many sales meetings in many companies and had never experienced anything like it.  The ability to motivate a team is a great asset in a manager and is imperative in the world of sales.  However, this wasn't a motivational speech.  It was more of a "you'd better be grateful* that you're lucky enough to be working for MRI and if you're not good enough or grateful enough you'll be out on your ear" speech.  It was at this stage that I really wondered what on earth I was letting myself in for and started to doubt whether I could work in such an environment.  I looked around to try and gauge the reactions of my colleagues.  What I saw was reassuring.  They all looked slightly bored and had clearly heard the speech before and were just letting it wash over them.  Nigel was almost sniggering!  I was relieved.  If the rest of the team weren't taking his spiel seriously then there was still hope.

* as an aside, the theme of being grateful to be honoured enough to be working for MRI arose time and time again during my time there.  
Visiting Directors never failed to mention it and it was used both as a motivational tool and also as a threat.  In fact, after I resigned, Darragh MacAnthony's response was "fuck her. Stupid, ungrateful bitch".  Again, I was supposed to feel gratitude to this company for just taking me on - never mind that I was Outstanding Sales Person of the Year and had earned the company almost €4 million in profit .  I was supposed to be grateful.  Even after they stopped me the commission I was earning I was still supposed to be grateful.

After Richard had finally finished pontificating, it was down to business.  The next stage of the meeting was assigning the "files".  The file contained all the client information - names, address, what kind of property they were interested in, whether it was investment or personal use and also their budget.  Those files with the higher budget were given to the staff who had been there the longest, or Richard's favourites. 

Richard read all the files out and then gave them to each of the sales staff to whom they had been assigned.  During the reading of each file, Richard would comment and if the budget was large, would tell the person he was giving it to, how many properties he expected that couple to buy.

The information contained in the files was written by the Exhibition Staff.  For those not familiar with MRI's Modus Operandi, this is how it worked:
MRI's Modus Operandi

MRI ran overseas property exhibitions in the UK.  These were advertised in the local press and proved very popular - it seemed that everybody in the UK was overcome by property fever at the time and buying abroad was the next big thing, as property prices in the UK had increased so much.  Although MRI didn't advertise the Exhibitions under false pretences as such, neither were they completely honest.  Elsewhere in the UK Overseas Property Exhibitions were also being run.  Indeed I had attended one about France myself at Earls Court before joining MRI.  The difference is, that at other Exhibitions, there were many companies exhibiting, not just one.  So many people were surprised to find, when they arrived at the Exhibitions, that every single property on show was being sold by one company only - MRI.  Again, I reiterate that there was nothing illegal about this.  However, if you're a proud company and confident in the products that you're selling, why not be honest from the start?  Why not advertise MRI's Overseas Property Exhibition instead of enticing visitors under false pretences?  Although the majority of my clients did buy property and were happy to do so off MRI, even they felt a little as though they had been misled by the advertising in the local press.  Plus of course, there were all the people who didn't book an Inspection Trip and simply walked out of the Exhibition once they knew that it was being organised and run by just one company.

Once at the Exhibition, it was the Exhibition staff's job to get as many people on Inspection Trips as possible.  They would receive commission based both on this and also on any properties that were sold to the client.  Inspection Trips were usually free for the client and if they could get people booked there and then at the Exhibition, all the better.  The Exhibition staff would then compile the "file", a copy of which the overseas sales staff would then receive in their respective countries.

The MRI Files

I soon learnt to take the information contained in these "files" with more than a pinch of salt.  As a new member of staff, I was always given the files with the lowest budgets initially.  This didn't bother me in the slightest, as after just a couple of files, I soon realised that the information contained in them was generally way off the mark. 

Imagine the situation.  You've attended an Overseas Property Exhibition.  You may well have travelled some distance in order to do so.  You arrive only to discover that it's only one company exhibiting.  You are approached by (sometimes very pushy) sales people and decide to attend an Inspection Trip.  You are asked about your budget.  How many people in that situation tell the truth?  From all the files/clients in the 18 months I worked for MRI, in my experience, not many.  People either completely overstated their budget (pretended they had more money they really did), or understated their budget as they didn't want to be pressurised into spending more than they wanted.  Most people fell into the latter category.  So, when I was given files that said they had a budget of €20k (on face value, not a very good file with such a low budget), I completely ignored what was written and simply looked at the names.  Only by talking to the client in person would I really be able to understand what it was the client wanted and how much they wanted to spend.

Some of the Exhibition staff were renowned for the nonsense they wrote in the files.  Most of us dreaded getting these files, as the client would often complain about the pushiness of the sales person at the Exhibition and it was necessary to start apologising right from the very start for the actions of somebody else.  Plus you knew that if what they had written in the file was nonsense, then there was a good chance that they hadn't been completely honest with the client either.  The most common lie that Exhibition staff told clients was that the transfer time from Sofia airport to Bansko was "around 1 hour".  It wasn't. This was an outright lie.  When I first moved to Bansko, the transfer time was around 3 hours - much longer if it was peak time when leaving the airport.  This did reduce dramatically to around 2 hours by the time I left Bansko, thanks to the fantastic road building and repair programme that they had in place, but it was certainly not an hour and never would be.  It drove me crazy.  It's pretty hard to build trust with a client, when the have been blatantly lied to by another member of staff, in order to get them on the plane.  The managers and Directors at Head Office were certainly aware of the transfer times, so I can only assume that it was MRI policy for Exhibition staff to give the false transfer time.

Other Exhibition staff were brilliant and were open and honest with the client.  These files were great and I loved getting files from certain Exhibition staff members, as I could see that they shared the same kind of ethos when it came to sales as I did.  This meant that the client would arrive well informed and with the correct expectations.  Not only that, but the budget was usually spot on.  This is because the client trusted the member of staff in the first place and so were happy to state the correct budget.  If only all sales people realised that behaving in a non-salesy way and actually caring about and listening to the client resulted in a better outcome for everybody, then sales wouldn't have the reputation it does....

But I digress!  Back to the meeting.  So all the files were read out and allocated accordingly and the meeting finished.
I was sent to register for a vehicle and was told that I'd be shadowing Jackie for the next few days in order to learn the ropes and find out where the developments were.  Finally, I felt as though I was going to be doing something useful.  Plus Jackie had been incredibly friendly and I was looking forward to heading out and about with her.




Hello Bansko

Bansko in Daylight

I woke up and immediately looked out the window.  I had arrived in pitch darkness and had no idea what my surroundings looked like.  It was beautiful!  A spectacular mountain range was within touching distance, with snow still on the peaks.  The sky was crystal blue without a cloud in the sky and lifted my heart.  I couldn't believe that I was going to be paid for living in such a beautiful location.

I quickly got ready and went downstairs and grabbed some breakfast.  I asked the receptionist where the Kempinski Hotel was and set off with some vague directions.  The minute I stepped out of the door I started shivering.  It was freezing!  All I had with me were light summer clothes as I'd expected to be posted in a hot country.  Despite the fact that I was paying for the cost of the flights, I hadn't been allowed to stop off in the UK en route to pick up some extra clothing.  I set off at a brisk rate, in an attempt to warm up. 

I walked along the main road, hoping that I was heading in the right direction.  A river rang alongside the road and the town was surrounded by mountains on every side.  Many of the buildings were stone built and looked wonderful.  Bansko definitely felt like a town on the up.  Despite the potholes and crumbling edifices in places, there was a buzz and plenty of construction being carried out.  This was certainly a place that I'd be happy to sell property in.  Who wouldn't want to own a home in such a beautiful location?

Fifteen minutes later, I could see what was clearly the edge of the town.  The buildings were thinning out and a forested mountain road could be seen.  Had I gone the wrong way?  I continued up and finally there it was - The Kempinski Hotel.  It was right next to the ski gondola.  Wow, it looked amazing!  I wandered into the spacious reception and looked around, hoping to spot MRI staff.  The place was deserted.  I went to check at reception, but there was no joy.  It was early still, as I hadn't known how long it would take to walk up, so I settled in to wait.

Meeting the Managers

Around 10:30am (I could have had an extra 30 minutes sleep!) a man wearing a suit walked in.  He looked suitable MRIish, so I approached him.  I was right.  He was the Assistant Manager in Bansko and was called Klaus.  He didn't seem very pleased to see me and was incredulous that I'd walked to the hotel.  How else did he think I was going to get there?!

We sat down and had a chat.  Klaus explained that I'd need to be shown all the properties and obviously learn to find my way to them all.  The weekend was approaching so I'd "piggyback" with one of the other staff members and see how things were done.  He talked about the plans for Bansko, including the new ski lifts, slopes, road improvements, golf course and airport - all the things we'd also been told about in training.  The meeting was quite short and I felt that Klaus didn't warm to me.  Not to worry.  In my many years experience in sales, I'd found that many managers didn't have very high expectations of me initially, as I don't fit the usual salesy stereotype.  Once I started bringing in the deals, that quickly changed.  Klaus was just another person to add to the list of people who judges a book by its cover.

Around 30 minutes later, I could see another man approaching us.  Klaus introduced him to me as the manager, Richard.  Richard looked very young and I placed him in his early twenties.  I didn't care what age he was, as long as he was good at what he did.  We shook hands and then he basically told me to go away!  He clearly didn't want me around and yet again I felt very unwelcome.  He suggested that I spend the day getting to know Bansko and that I would meet the rest of the team the following day, as there was a meeting at the office in the morning.  It's not the way I would have welcomed a new member of staff as a manager, but I'd been dismissed and there was nothing I could say, so off I went.

Discovering Bankso

I stepped back out into the freezing air and resolved that the first thing I needed to do was buy a warm coat.  I wandered back towards the town, this time taking a different route away from the main road.  After graduating I spent 5 years leading Adventure Tours around the world and I loved going to and getting to know new places, so felt in my element. 

Away from the main artery running through Bansko, the town was even more attractive.  Cobbled streets, pretty timber and stone buildings, an abundance of restaurants with smoke billowing from their chimneys and welcoming shops all lead down to the huge, green main town square.  Despite the freezing temperatures, the pavement was full of tables and chairs laid out in front of cafes and men sat drinking coffee and chatting.  I was blown away by it and it completely beat all my expectations.  Having worked extensively in former Eastern Bloc countries I thought I knew what to expect.  Apart from the horses and carts, donkeys, cows and goats wandering the streets, I could have been in a hip Western European mountain town.  This was just getting better and better. I knew that I was going to enjoy living here.  Let's just hope that the rest of the MRI team were more welcoming than the managers.  If so, this is somewhere that Paul and I could live happily.

The main square of Bansko is very attractive and a focal point of the town.  This is where MRI had their very smart looking offices and I have to admit that I was impressed that they had such a prominent location.  It would be a great location to go to work every day.

I spent the rest of the day enjoying and getting to know Bansko.  By the evening I was shattered and returned to the hotel.  I remained coatless, since as I suspected, I was unable to find any suitable that would fit.  I guess I'd just have to put up with the cold.

All Alone

I was hoping to meet some other staff members in the hotel that evening.  I presumed that as MRI had put me there, then other staff members would be staying there also.  I also wanted to discuss with somebody renting an apartment.  MRI's policy was to pay for your accommodation for the first three months.  After this you paid for your own accommodation PLUS they then started to deduct the cost of the first 3 months accommodation from your commission.  Staying in a hotel that charged €60 per night was going to cost me a small fortune in the long run, plus it would mean that I'd have to eat out every night - not something I wanted to do.


That evening I spent some time in the hotel lobby and had a coffee in the bar, hoping to meet some other staff members.  As time rolled on, I became more and more tired, with no sign of anybody and so I called it a day and went to bed.  I was looking forward to meeting everybody the following day.