between the three and a half years i have been out of school, and the four 'real' jobs i have held during that time, i have had a whooping total of 250 CW business cards printed. my boss at the time insisted that i have a set, although i don't know why. i distributed a total of three cards in one year, leaving the other 247 to be used as place cards in leather goods.
unfortunately, more business cards may be in my near future. two months ago, i began working in construction management. here, everyone and their sub-everything has a business card. in the short two months since i started, i could have collected more cards than a weekly free lunch drawing at subway's.
i was at a meeting earlier this week, and someone asked me for my card. me? my card? why would anyone want or, worse yet, need to contact me?
the fact of that matter is that i am in the middle of handling some logistical problems at work. more precisely, i am trying to extract myself from the problematic situation at work. in other words, i'm trying to find other work. this is why i refuse to have business cards, as having and distributing them might mean that i plan to be here and available for everyone and their sub-everything's wants and needs.
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I suppose business cards are not unlike engagement rings or even cow brandings... BAM! (Sorry, sometimes I think I am Emeril.) All of a sudden, you belong to the company, you're its asset, and everyone else (headhunters, bachelors, and cow farmers alike), please, hands off and back away slowly.
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