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[Music] Max, Max, come on over here. Hey, you been picked out of the pack, boy. You're about to have a new home. Max, Sarah, hi. Gosh, how are you? Great. Got you an agent. You look different. So, what, you on your way to work too? I am. I am. New World Imports, first day. Wow, New World, that's impressive. You've heard of them? Absolutely. Right. So, what division you going to be working in? Customer service. Oh, really? Yeah, I asked for it. I figure it's got to be the best way to find out what people out there really want, you know? Yeah, makes sense. Yeah, listen, I got to run, but I'll some time catch up on old... I'd like that. See you. Bye. Meet Max. And Max, you wouldn't know it at first glance, but Max and Max have very similar stories. Max was born to purebred parents of the finest stock. The kennel where he was raised had an impeccable reputation for preparing puppies to move on to an owner who would then train them to become solid, reliable hunting dogs. Max was born into a hardworking family where there was a strong emphasis on education. Max loved school, did well, and received a scholarship to a noted university, graduating with honors. So here we have Max and Max, both prepared, full of enthusiasm, and ready to make a contribution. Max couldn't wait to meet his new master. He imagined himself on a crisp autumn morning, moving slowly through the tall grass. Suddenly, he locks onto the scent of a gamebird. The voice of his master rings out in praise: "Good boy, Max! What a dog!" Likewise, Max could just see himself after several fulfilling months on the job enter his workstation one day to the applause of his fellow workers. There, placed on the keyboard of his computer, is a plaque recognizing him as Customer Service Rep of the Year. Such were the dreams of Max and Max, dreams of service and meaningful contribution. Enter into our story Mr. Harold. Mr. Harold is the manager of the customer service department at New World Imports. He's also the new owner of a hunting dog. [Music] When Mr. Harold picked up Max, it was a happy [Music] occasion. You know, Harold, if you've got all these really great ideas, then put them to work in your own department, okay? Likewise, when Max arrived at New World on his first day, Mr. Harold greeted him in an atmosphere of great warmth and welcoming. Mr. Harold talked to Max about his new home, about hunting, and about, well, life in general. Max listened. In his office, Mr. Harold told Max about the company's goal to put the customer first: service, service, service, he said, as he showed him a nice custom version of the department mission statement hanging on his wall. And Max listened. They get what they want. Time went [Music] by. You ready to work on our basic skills this morning, boy? Max learned quickly. Sit, stay, lie down, front. All these were performed without hesitation. More than anything else, I want you to learn to stay on the lawn. Got that? I didn't buy you to go running and jumping in the water any old time you want. That's for me to decide. Then why did you buy me? he said. Thought. Meanwhile, Max became intimately familiar with the higher meaning of practices and procedures. And they request something that falls outside of the guidelines, what do you say? I say, "I'm sorry, ma'am or sir, but company policy doesn't allow me to do that." What is that referring to in this case, sir? Doesn't matter. It doesn't. Absolutely not. Why did you hire me? he thought. And time went by. [Music] I told you not to leave the lot. Now, what are you doing down here? Now, you get right back up on that lawn before I take a newspaper to you. Go on, you get, get up on that lawn. Max was stunned. All he had on his mind was helping Mr. Harold. He had all this breeding, all this built-in know-how to put to use. The hat falling in the water was the perfect opportunity to be of service. So why is he so upset? he wondered. [Music] Max, front. Yes, sir. Sit. Sit. Um, I have a seat, of course, sir. Thank you, sir. Tell me about DeWald Travel Associates. Oh, yes. Um, and DeWald herself called me to tell me that she hadn't received the luggage shipment. This was the second time, and she was headed to Europe for the big travel show. Couldn't wait for regular shipping, so I overnighted it to her. I know all that part. What I want to know is why did you do it? Why? Yes, why? Because when she called, uh, shipping was on a shift change, so I couldn't get anyone to answer. So, after I finished here, I went down to shipping myself, found the line, and arranged for the overnight shipper to pick it up. You're missing the point in my question. I don't care about all the hoops you jump through. I just want to know why did you do that? Service, service, service, sir. Don't quote company policy to me, young man. There's a larger issue here. I agree. In fact, I wanted to know if I could make a few departures from company guidelines, maybe for a 30-day period or so, track the results, and see if the callback and referral margins go up. And maybe we can set you up on your own floor, hire support staff, create a new line item in the corporate budget, get your own job figured out first, Max, then you can start worrying about mine. Okay? Yes. [Music] Sir. Now, Mr. Harold wasn't really a bad man, you see. In fact, he was really quite average, just had a certain way of looking at his job, and he wanted those who worked for him, all those who worked for him, to look at their jobs in just the same way. Go get him. [Music] Boy, discipline. Boy, discipline. And so, as time went by, Max learned exactly what Mr. Harold wanted, even, and he did it. Likewise, Max put his all into following what seemed to be the real New World guidelines of customer service. And as time went by, he came to know exactly what Mr. Harold wanted. And the voltage adapter to allow your research team to use their laptops when they're out of the country, is that right? But you have to understand it is our policy not to refund or replace after 30 days. I'd be happy to refer you to our customer service supervisor. What will he tell you? I suspect he'll tell you the very same thing, sir. Very well then, sir. We thank you and we appreciate your business, not that we'll ever get any more. What was that? I'm sure we'll see more and more. The days passed by. Things were going smoothly, just like Mr. Harold liked them to go. But then one day, a big day. Boy, you're going out in the field. You're going to learn from the pros. So, you're going to get a chance to finally show what you can do. Oh, it's a challenge, I admit, but like we always say around here, challenge is just an opportunity we didn't ask for. So, I want you to go out there and remember everything you've learned, everything I've taught you. There are old customers out there we haven't heard from in a long time, old friends, and you're going to go out and retrieve them for me. You're finally going to get to do what you've been trained to do. So get out the elbow grease, scrap yourself in, and go get them. The oration was meant to be motivating, no question, even inspiring. The best of intentions were attached to every word. All boys, how y'all day? I go get my gun and I'll be right out. Okay, Max, come on, get in the truck. Max was truly excited to go out to the field, fields, and flush out game, but he wouldn't leave the lawn. And Max learned quickly that no matter how sincerely he restated company policy to lost customers, they still had the same problems. Mr. Harold's lofty goals were not being achieved. Mr. Harold was perplexed. Get in that. At first, he tried encouragement. Look, boy, I don't know what the problem is, but see, you need to look at this like it is an adventure that, more than anything else, is fun because with each old customer you talk to on that phone comes an opportunity to make a new friend. Yeah, but they all hate me. Oh, I remember you. No, you're the one who said no. I understand. I understand, I do, but see, those guys, they want to go. They're ready to go, and see, their dogs, their dogs are ready to go. You don't see those dogs lying around with their chins on the ground, do you? The question I'm starting to ask myself now is, why am I paying you the kind of money I'm paying you when this is what I get in return, huh?