these first two weeks have been really fun and non-stop learning. not paris-hilton-filling-out-a-job-application kind of learning. more like one of those sponges that is dry and flat and then you wet it and it grows. like that.
and some of the stuff is so simple, i just want to kick myself.
when we ordered our first round of bagz, why did we order each sign in only one color of the bagz? like, i don’t know, whatever. because now, i get orders for signs we have, in the wrong color bag. and then we have to get them printed instead of just being able to ship them the next day. super lame.
how’s about this one: what happens with the shipping if someone orders more than one bag? did i really not think that would happen? (belch). of course it would. and it has already. yet, we set up the shipping by the bag, not by the order. because we’re smart. fortunately, we’re installing a UPS shipping module or whatever on the site as i write. what can‘t brown do for you?
here’s another (picture me saying this like your high school spanish teacher made you repeat sentences after her): today, i decided that it would look cool to only screen print the yellow color of the signs on the black messenger bagz so you can see the texture come through the signs. yet, we’re doing both colors on all satchels. i feel like i’ve heard something about blah, blah, blah consistency, blah, blah, something, something, branding. yep, threw that right out the window this morning and went, yeah, that looks cool. do that. 9 hours later, i’m not so sure i’m happy with my decision. and there wasn’t anyone even standing next to me that i could blame it on, either. you know, like a crop duster? nope. just me and my words and my inconsistency.
oh, and remember that thing i was talking about, how if it worked out it would be uber cool? it’s probably not going to happen and it’s because we’ve decided it’s probably not the right thing for us, right meow.
we were invited to be a vendor in a pre-Golden Globes celebrity shwag suite out in LA. pretty sweet, huh? not a bad invitation to get 5 days after launching my first biznass. you’re probably going, ‘wtf? why in the world would you not take advantage of this? you’re an idiot.’ 9 times out of 10, i’d agree with you. i can be and have been known to be one of the biggest idiots around from time to time. a title i cherish. however, there are a lot of factors that go into this that just don’t fit into the durtbagz plan.
1. celebs on TV aren’t our target audience. people that are in college, or people that love sports like extreme quadding (sidenote: someone in a class i took one time actually named this as one of her hobbies. i like to use it whenever possible), and people that have a great sense of humor. did i just describe celebrities to you? huh-uh.
yeah, but what about the press, you say?
2. MONEY, HONEY. handing out 300 bagz for free, paying a sponsorship fee on top of that, and paying to ship those babies over there is not worth a little shot in UsWeekly of somebody who, tyipcally, wouldn’t be caught dead with a durtbag, like teri hatcher. or yo mama.
yeah, but isnt this your big break?
3. dude, we are durtbagz!!! we’ve been around since monkey’s stopped walking on their knuckles. we’ll be around with the cockroaches afte WWIII. and we’ll still have mullets. and…this, and other events more up our…alley happen each year, all year long. we’re called durtbagz, not desperate. shut up.
here’s the thing: i know that if we did this event, it would go pretty well because our bagz are so effing awesome. imagine if we did an event more our crowd, like x-games or and mtv awards show? we would literally kick ass. literally. and for the money, my bagz are on the latter.
one more thing: i need your help. i need to get the competition rolling so i need you guys to hit the site, go to ‘feelin’ durty?’ and vote. it’s easy, slackers. register, if you haven’t already (it’s a two step process: enter email/password. click enter.). then click on signs and start voting (click on the stars under them). it will help me out a ton.
have a great weekend. it’s supposed to rain here again. two weekends in a row? i’m in heaven. peace out, yo.