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A Few Secrets to Help You Do Business in the Bush
As a proud owner of lots and lots of grass I recently had cause to hire a bloke to deal with it.
I sourced the contact on the recommendation of my neighbours. My neighbours recommended him because they’d been using him for years. They have used him for years because he’s an honest bloke that doesn’t cause them any issues. Pretty simple right.
I called the bloke to arrange a time, I mentioned my neighbours and then we talked through my family connections to find some common ground and worked out he was a former drinking buddy of my dad. At that point he decided I would probably be OK to work with and I was added to the job board.
Then it rained, and rained, and rained. A month and a bit later I received a call from the bloke, he’d be visiting my place on Tuesday, or maybe Wednesday, was that OK? Pleased to hear he was on the way I agreed and asked, “How much money I should have at hand?”
“Don’t worry love” he told me, “We’ll sort it out later”. Any other place I’d probably be screaming harassment but in the bush, I knew that comment was quite literal and would be a long standing arrangement provided I did actually pay at some point. I made a mental note to thank my dad for giving up his Friday afternoons in order to secure my future line of mowing credit.
The bloke arrived on the Tuesday and after all of those weeks the grass was so long I’d stopped visiting the chooks for fear of being bitten by a snake. The bloke on his Massey Ferguson could well have been a knight in shining armour at that point.
I waved a few times with no reply. What should I expect really, the bloke was working. I hovered at the lower end of the property until the time was appropriate (when he was good and done), we met, he tested my level of stupidity with a question about sky hooks or the like, we had a laugh (I passed the test) and he was off.
I asked how much I owed him and he quoted an amount that was so cheap it caused me discomfort. I added an extra $25 and told him I’d drop it off promptly. Later that afternoon I drove to the designated spot at no designated time, “across from the club, around the corner behind the tractors, can’t miss it”. He greeted me, reminded me I was paying too much and told me I was in credit.
Right then I remembered some of the secret ingredients of doing business in the bush; build the relationship over the money, be honest and fair, your emergency does not dictate anyone else’s timeframe and most importantly have a laugh.
Not all people are like this in the bush now but if you’re lucky enough to strike one of the originals or their decedents who carry those values as a supplier or customer, just keep it simple and honest. Even if you’re not from the bush you might like to try these ideas on for size. In all honesty, it’s a kinda nice way to live.
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