Just had my first run in with a true salesman of an FA. Kind of amusing, kind of annoying, and it makes me wonder who their customers are.
Bit of background, I’ve worked in a very competitive creative career that outsiders consider glamorous. Not surprisingly, the attrition rate is quite high. People leave the industry and go into anything and everything, from real estate to baking to delivery. I’m unusual in that I’ve remained within, and have been on a FIRE course, though my ideal retirement would have me continuing to pick and choose projects I find fulfilling.
I’d heard a colleague left the business and went into financial services. When my phone rang the other day and I saw his name, I immediately thought, “Oh boy, he made his way through his contacts and got to me.” Sure enough, I was correct.
He started the call with “Hey, been a long time, how are things with you?” and actually seemed to be listening for a bit, then switched into a monologue of what led him to become a Northwestern Mutual wealth advisor in his mid 50’s, with no prior finance background. “It’s all about talking to people, and helping them tell a new story.”
I diplomatically let him know I was fine with the current management of my finances, and he keep pushing. And selling. And informing and touting his company. “Jeff Bezos could walk in here tomorrow and we’d be able to find new ways of protecting his money that he hasn’t even thought of!”
It took quite a while to get him off the phone, as I was saying “No” firmly but politely. I think my cordiality fed his sales instincts, so he started talking rapid fire, trying to get in every bit of praise and pitch he could, even dropping sales lingo like “we can overcome that objection by…”
To cap it off, he followed up two hours later with a lengthy “thank you” email filled with even more sales pitch.
Now I understand the horror movie legend that once a vampire is invited into your house, they need to be destroyed or they’ll keep coming back.
Bit of background, I’ve worked in a very competitive creative career that outsiders consider glamorous. Not surprisingly, the attrition rate is quite high. People leave the industry and go into anything and everything, from real estate to baking to delivery. I’m unusual in that I’ve remained within, and have been on a FIRE course, though my ideal retirement would have me continuing to pick and choose projects I find fulfilling.
I’d heard a colleague left the business and went into financial services. When my phone rang the other day and I saw his name, I immediately thought, “Oh boy, he made his way through his contacts and got to me.” Sure enough, I was correct.
He started the call with “Hey, been a long time, how are things with you?” and actually seemed to be listening for a bit, then switched into a monologue of what led him to become a Northwestern Mutual wealth advisor in his mid 50’s, with no prior finance background. “It’s all about talking to people, and helping them tell a new story.”
I diplomatically let him know I was fine with the current management of my finances, and he keep pushing. And selling. And informing and touting his company. “Jeff Bezos could walk in here tomorrow and we’d be able to find new ways of protecting his money that he hasn’t even thought of!”
It took quite a while to get him off the phone, as I was saying “No” firmly but politely. I think my cordiality fed his sales instincts, so he started talking rapid fire, trying to get in every bit of praise and pitch he could, even dropping sales lingo like “we can overcome that objection by…”
To cap it off, he followed up two hours later with a lengthy “thank you” email filled with even more sales pitch.
Now I understand the horror movie legend that once a vampire is invited into your house, they need to be destroyed or they’ll keep coming back.