Today dad I both lost about a year off our lives. After my shower today I was dancing and singing my way through his basement “auto part store” back to my bedroom. Naked. He wasn’t.
The rubber chicken circuit is alive and well in Omaha. By that I mean the tasteless convention room luncheons inserted into an “information packed and valuable meeting” yet are really just networking events. I’ve been to every single one in Omaha since March 1. Hell, I feel like I’ll even go to the opening of an envelope to have the opportunity to meet new folks and connect. I like the ones that serve wine. It makes the meeting portion more palatable and keeps me from yawning the whole time.
These gatherings have led me to make a decision however. Most of these networkers are small businesses. Most of their sales pieces and processes are pretty bad. Just because you know how to sell financial services does not mean you know how to market your business. I can help. I have decided to start my own business as Marketing Strategies for Small Businesses. Small budgets deserve smart marketing, too. I can do this. I can have a job. I may also be staying in my parents’ basement for WAAAAY longer that I had hoped since I will not be a success overnight. Note to self: Protect dad’s ticker for the duration of my stay; Wear a robe from bathroom to bedroom.
oh my didnt you be the one telling me to dance in the house naked you got busted
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