Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Sent box: Important client emails. In box: Salmonella, it's what's for dinner.

[caption id="attachment_730" align="alignleft" width="150" caption="Will it matter if I send or delete?"]Send or delete?[/caption]

So much work, so little time. On a good day, we'll reach out or get back to five or ten clients and prospects with consulting documents, articles, interactive marketing efforts, design comps, and estimates. Plus, we'll respond to several dozen more clients and associates about business-related matters, and initiate contact with a few companies we'd like to get to know. Much of this happens by email.

Some days, what we get back bears so little resemblance to what we send out that we must naturally assume that our emails got scrambled and sent to the wrong recipients, and that in return, we're getting emails meant for someone (who???) who wants to know:

I See Website You Need to Meet

Work from Home for $10000/month!

Start Your Heart Automatically

There are only a few reasons I can fathom for this disconnect, the first being a technical glitch so mysterious that even the most universally admired computer wonks (and you know who you are, don't you?) can't figure it out.

The second is that vSA works at a pace so much faster than ordinary humans that our missives shoot out almost as if into the future, and it therefore takes some time for our recipients even to receive them. Asynchrony of time, we'll call it.

The third, less likely, is that our clients and prospects are variously busy; occupied with other, even more urgent projects; or, in rare cases, disinterested in what we've sent. While this is difficult for us to imagine, we've heard from other professionals that they've had the same impression.

It's sort of like parallel play among small children - I email you what I'm thinking about. You email me what you're thinking about. The emails are like two ships passing in the night. This year, some of our marketing programs are fun - really fun. We're hoping this transitions the ships passing in the night to ships honking, waving and shouting words of affirmation to and fro: "This is great! Gotta do it again!"

I'll be waiting at my in box, smiling.