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Intl. Business: How not to be the "ugly American"
Merlin Mann | Jun 19 2006
Getting Through Customs - Articles My friend's dad is a hard-nosed American sales guy. He spent thirty years developing and, in my opinion, mastering the disparate skills of schmoozing, selling, negotiating, and closing. (Man, this guy could close.) But when he started moving into big-time international sales, he realized there was this whole world (literally) of customs, skills, and rhythms he'd have to master -- lest he unintentionally offend a client and blow the deal. When I first heard about some of these differences ("In Japan, brace yourself for several days of intense all-day recreation before business is ever discussed"), I picked up a copy of Kiss, Bow, or Shake Hands, which has tons of fascinating advice on how to adapt your behavior when conducting business outside the US. I wonder how many of these have changed since I read the book in the mid-90s -- the world has shrunk a lot since then. Still, I have to say that as a poorly-traveled American, I do find this stuff fascinating And, now I've discovered the book's authors have this ginormous repository of web-based information. Here's some favorite random factoids, mores, and customs from outside the U.S.:
What customs have you U.S. folks learned traveling and doing business outside the country? More interestingly to me, for you folks based outside the U.S., what American business rites seemed odd, foreign, or illogical to you? 46 Comments
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I'll never forget meeting a...Submitted by Martin (not verified) on June 19, 2006 - 6:59am.
I'll never forget meeting a certain American woman for the first time. She was travelling and stayed a couple of nights in a meetinghouse in Stockholm, Sweden run by a little religious society of which she was a member back in America. My mother worked as a 'warden' of this place and so I was often there. One morning I came out of the private apartment my Mum had and the woman came out, looked at me and said, in English, 'Who are you?' I was so shocked I could barely answer. Maybe she was showing a genuine interest in me and who I was, but it came across as being incredibly rude. I was expecting her to introduce herself seeing as she was the guest, not demand that I do so first and in English. I ate dinner with her later and was blindslided a couple more times that evening too --- 'Why don't you have a girlfriend?' » POSTED IN:
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