Nothing ventured, nothing gained
I'm in bidness!
They say most small businesses are conceived in a bed of desperation fueled by the heady drug of recession era layoffs. If that's the case I'm the freakiest member of my foursome.
Between you, me and the tubes, I'd rather have a full time day job with bennies. Full time employers don't seem to agree. In fact, they've released half a million equally desperate people into the wild, most of whom seem to be applying for the same jobs I am.
Thus four of us well qualified but newly unemployable bastards are banding together to become the Justice League of Social Media. No, that's not our actual corporate name, though we considered it. Hooray for nerds!
It's been one helluva busy couple weeks. Starting a 4 partner LLC requires a lot of paperwork. Plus, we're trying to learn from the dramatic implosion of my last job which means etching out a lot of details many new business owners ignore. I think we'll be better off for it.
I'm incredibly optimistic about this. My partners are good people - frankly better qualified for darn near everything but cold calls, infectious energy, and event planning. Two have kids to support, so they damn well need this to work. They're all from here, so they're also far better networked than my sweet transient ass.
We're working on some short term plans to bring in a little immediate income and spread our name because we all have rent to pay. Most places have a 60-90 day billing cycle, so even if we land a couple excellent clients early on, it'll be awhile before we get paid. I forsee an incredibly grim first quarter followed by good things in the spring.
Part of me thinks I must be batshit crazy to dance on the wire without a net when my ex could kick me out on my ear any day, but y'know, if I give into fear, I'll spend the next few years as a crazily overqualified $8/hr temp worker. This is too good an opportunity to pass up.
Wish me luck, folks. I may be batshit crazy, but it's better to be proactive than send out half a dozen resumes a day then cry in my cocoa when nobody calls back.
They say most small businesses are conceived in a bed of desperation fueled by the heady drug of recession era layoffs. If that's the case I'm the freakiest member of my foursome.
Between you, me and the tubes, I'd rather have a full time day job with bennies. Full time employers don't seem to agree. In fact, they've released half a million equally desperate people into the wild, most of whom seem to be applying for the same jobs I am.
Thus four of us well qualified but newly unemployable bastards are banding together to become the Justice League of Social Media. No, that's not our actual corporate name, though we considered it. Hooray for nerds!
It's been one helluva busy couple weeks. Starting a 4 partner LLC requires a lot of paperwork. Plus, we're trying to learn from the dramatic implosion of my last job which means etching out a lot of details many new business owners ignore. I think we'll be better off for it.
I'm incredibly optimistic about this. My partners are good people - frankly better qualified for darn near everything but cold calls, infectious energy, and event planning. Two have kids to support, so they damn well need this to work. They're all from here, so they're also far better networked than my sweet transient ass.
We're working on some short term plans to bring in a little immediate income and spread our name because we all have rent to pay. Most places have a 60-90 day billing cycle, so even if we land a couple excellent clients early on, it'll be awhile before we get paid. I forsee an incredibly grim first quarter followed by good things in the spring.
Part of me thinks I must be batshit crazy to dance on the wire without a net when my ex could kick me out on my ear any day, but y'know, if I give into fear, I'll spend the next few years as a crazily overqualified $8/hr temp worker. This is too good an opportunity to pass up.
Wish me luck, folks. I may be batshit crazy, but it's better to be proactive than send out half a dozen resumes a day then cry in my cocoa when nobody calls back.