As I discussed here (4th paragraph), I had been approached in early June to do some shirts for a promotions company. Well, after 7 weeks of silence, I got a phone call while waiting for the train this morning.
“Oh, yes, it’s So-and-so. Can we still get two shirts with just the name, not the design?”
“Ummm, I suppose. I still have the shirts I bought last time.”
“Yeah, those will do. Can we have them by Saturday?”
“Ummm. I guess.”
“Okay, do you have other So-and-so’s number?”
“No. And I can’t write it down. I’m at a train station.”
“I’ll call you later when you’ll be able to write it down.” *click*
It took me a moment, but then I was so angry I wanted to thrash around and scream. 7 freakin’ weeks!?!? No word? I mean, come on! I’m a cottage industry and I’m more professional than these mooks. I don’t even know if I have the designs anymore, as I’ve deleted most of them thinking, oh I don’t know, that I’d never hear from them again!
So (since I have the inability to say no to people who want to pay me), I’ll do their two shirts, and then I’ll give them a serve. I might type it, so I can get the tone right.
Sigh. It’s hard out there for a pimp t-shirt maker.
Lucas Brown | Proxy Champignon
Master of Brainthinking
3 comments:
That's an awesome sig you got there.
Your response to 'can you still do them' should have been 'Not after deleting the designes because I assumed you weren't interested after SEVEN FUCKING WEEKS!'
I think Lucas intends on saying something similar once he's got his money.
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